Dreams. Auto-translated

Last Saturday, a week ago, I had a dream that I was paralyzed. It was very scary.

Yes, life is a harsh thing.

A couple of days ago, I had a dream that I was moderating the heavily spammed "What Fans Love" section. I even had to give Ment points for off-topic posts in my dream :).

Me? Did I really derail the conversation that badly? And what did I write? About Fyodor Mikhailovich, right?

I think so.

Annoying. I filled half of the topics in the Factions forum with it. Including topics outside the Books subforum.

I dreamt that I had my own beautiful, tame griffin, and I rode it up into the sky, towards the clouds, and flew over my neighborhood (during those moments, as I took off, I myself became the griffin, as if I were possessing it).
Ah, what a wonderful dream.

Before that, I dreamt that my father, who has been gone in real life for a long time, was kidnapped by some guy, and I set out to rescue him, but I wasn't in a great hurry.

By the way, I remembered my dream from today. Morning was guiding me through some city; the city was large and crowded, but strange. We came to some street paved with cobblestones, where most of the buildings had closed passages attached to them along the perimeter. These were entrances to the subway; we went in and walked through a labyrinth of corridors for a long time. In the corridors, there were meaningless staircases everywhere – a few steps down and immediately the same number of steps up; we just jumped over these pits. Finally, we reached a station; the geometry of the station, like the corridors, was unusual – stone columns supporting the air, holes in the walls, blocks protruding from the walls, multiple steps. When we got on the train and started moving, the dream ended. Also, there were people I know in real life; some were walking with us, and some we met along the way. I woke up with strange and ambiguous impressions from the dream.

Cthulhu lives there.

Added 48 minutes later
By the way, I had a dream about an action movie today. I was killing my classmates *crazy*. It's a pity, I forgot a lot. I remember arriving somewhere, and then I was captured or something. The point is, I was trying to escape. I don't remember the details, but I found a pistol and shot a bunch of people. Although, I think I was switching pistols, taking them from the corpses. Then the first classmate appeared. I emptied an entire magazine into his head, but he was still alive, damn it! I took another pistol and started shooting at his stomach and groin, but he didn't care at all; he was slowly walking towards me and smiling. And he wasn't a zombie. Anyway, he grabbed me and threw me somewhere. But I still had my pistols (they were somehow behind my belt, one with an empty magazine, the other with almost a full one). I somehow got out of there and started running. I ran out of the building. I still had some things in a bag. In it, I found another empty bag and put the pistols in it. I went into some kind of cafe or restaurant. I just needed a place to sit and sort out my things, because I had messed them all up and got tangled. And suddenly, I heard a familiar voice nearby. It was a classmate. I knew that if she noticed me, I would be in trouble (maybe she would call someone and tell them that I had escaped). I was wearing a hood, so she didn't see my face. But I still walked over to a table in the corner and started sorting through my things. And she suddenly sat down next to me! And started talking. At first, I just kept silent, then I said something. I was silent because I was afraid that she would recognize me by my voice. But she didn't recognize me, and I started to leave, but somehow she figured out that it was me. I remember all of this very vaguely, and then maybe the dream ended, because I don't remember anything else. I think there were other classmates that I killed, but I don't remember who. I don't think I killed the classmate.

I dreamt that I went to a village and found a cat that had been left there since autumn! Strangely, it had grown bigger over the winter, but it was very angry with me. This was evident in how it would extend its claws and scratch my hand. And what a surprise it was when I looked into the next room and found that there were 4 more cats just like it!! And 2 of them also enjoyed scratching my hand with their claws.
In reality, I don't have any pets right now. And the cats, I think, dream of changes in my close relationships.

This topic is becoming increasingly popular.

yes, you only need to read her first posts) they were all lying.

I've already been to a Slayer concert. But something weird happened with their bassist in the middle of the show. He first forgot what to play. And he also tried to do a harmonic several times (a bassist! in thrash metal!!), but it only worked about once out of five times). Then he left the stage, and the band took a short break. Well, not really short, because I didn't wait for them to start playing again and went to sleep)). I don't know where I slept, but I woke up at home. Somehow, I quickly ended up back at the concert venue, but there was no one there. I never found out if they finished the concert or not. But I turned on some metal radio there, and it said they were playing. Also, a friend called me, and I described the situation to him. And before that, something even weirder happened. It was the beginning of the new school year. Everyone was given some papers. Seven to each student. Each paper had the name of a classmate written on it. We were supposed to be friends with these classmates until the end of the year. However, I got three "jokes": there were two "Spider-Men" (one "Spider-Man" and the other "Spider-Man"), and some kind of adjective, like a quality of character or a person, I don't remember what.

I had a wonderful dream today, although it started out quite realistically. The setting was like in Fallout, with ruined houses and cars, lots of junk, and not a single living soul, not even grass, just sand. There were several of us, but unfortunately, I don't remember who exactly. We wandered through the city, choosing different paths, some of which led to dead ends filled with debris, forcing us to turn back. And after reaching another dead end, we started arguing about which way to go. Some suggested going back and turning left, while others wanted to go straight ahead to the right. Yes, the road to the right was clear and led to the sea, which was visible in the distance. I was one of those who wanted to go to the sea because I didn't want to go back and turn deeper into the city, as it seemed dangerous, who knows what was happening there and who lived there, and those dead ends were annoying. Okay, so we decided to go to the sea. We walked until we reached an open road leading north, and then we walked along the sea, but not close to it. Eventually, we arrived at a more or less open space, something like a skate park. There we met other living people. This place was like a gathering point, with people coming from all directions. They probably lived nearby. Then there's a small gap in my memory... all the people dispersed, and we decided to spend the night right on the street, but zombies started appearing, and we had to find shelter. Damn, I don't remember exactly, maybe it wasn't like that. We seemed to run around in the desert for a while and ended up in some ruins, where we encountered all sorts of undead again. Then we climbed a staircase to a strange dead end on the landing. The road upstairs was blocked, there were zombies downstairs, and we didn't want to go to them. The door, which was right on that landing, led to the street, where a sandstorm had already begun, and it was dangerous to go out. So, we decided to spend the night there, leaving a guard in case zombies came. By that time, there were only 3-5 of us left, although there seemed to be more at the beginning, but at that moment, it somehow seemed that there had been losses. So, I don't know what happened, but at that moment, the dream turned into a game, and our dead comrades were brought back to life, about three of them. Yes, the game turned into a fantasy RPG. So, they resurrected a griffin-man (I remembered him), an elven sorceress (I don't remember her, but I was glad), and someone else. The remaining people were just ordinary guys, without any magic, cool weapons, or skills. Almost all the people were there, one small hobbit, and a dwarf. With this group, we decided to get out of there and went downstairs. Fortunately, it was already morning, and sunlight was penetrating these temple ruins, illuminating them, so it wasn't scary to walk around there anymore. Zombies and some people started appearing from the dark openings, and we easily dealt with them. The game became turn-based. Difficulties arose due to cracks in the floor, and we had to be careful not to fall through. We walked around these ruins, clearing them of evil, and only then decided to leave them, although I didn't really want to, because I was curious to go even deeper and see what was there, plus I wanted to exterminate ALL the evil. That's it, then there's a break...
Yes, it was a great dream. The picture was well-remembered, maybe because the "graphics" were excellent. If there was such a game, I would definitely play it.

After that, there's a bit of a memory lapse...

These people beat you up and did something else :3