Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had two dreams, and during both, I was in a very light sleep – a couple of thoughts crossed my mind, and I heard several sounds from the real world, specifically from the street and the neighboring room. I remember the first dream vaguely. It was some small, two-story building (perhaps a motel), with half of the first floor occupied by a swimming pool. I went down from the second floor, exchanged a few words with a woman standing at the counter (a receptionist?), and then I jumped into the pool, swimming and diving alone until some guy entered the building, jumped into the pool, and I left and went back upstairs. Then there was a kind of transition between the dreams; I sat down at the computer, and the second dream seemed to take place inside it. In the second dream, I was one of the princes of Amber, and one of my brothers was with me, and together we commanded an army similar to that of the English in the fourteenth century. To our right was an old, abandoned Castle, and to our left, a lake that fed the Castle's moat. We led our army across the moat and launched an attack on the enemy – a French army from the same period, commanded by our brother. We destroyed part of the enemy army and captured our brother. The remaining enemy forces retreated some distance and began to regroup, while we drowned our brother in the moat. We drowned him for about ten minutes, but I somehow knew that he would still survive. Then, suddenly, I became another prince of Amber, fighting a kilometer away from us, on the other side of the Castle. I was moving through the forest and observing the enemy troops – Turks from the eighteenth century – while I commanded Russian troops from the same period. I saw a detachment of my Cossacks, armed with muskets (strange, they preferred close combat), crossing a small river. The Turks noticed them and opened fire, and somehow, from that distance, I managed to give the order for a temporary retreat, to join up with other units, and I waited for the detachment that was moving through the forest and was supposed to attack the enemy from the rear. Somewhere here, the dream ended.

I dreamt of a long corridor. I was walking through it when suddenly I fell, spent about twenty minutes in darkness, and then I found myself near a small market in our Siberian town. The entire place was covered with pictures of my friends, each with the caption "Wanted," and in the center was my picture. I peeked around the corner and saw a lot of police and soldiers. Suddenly, someone gently pushed me from behind. I turned around and saw a soldier. I noticed one of the posters – the soldier's name was Andrey Alekseevich Antipin. He told me that he was just like me, that he and the rest of us, the students, had stolen several tanks and planes, and taken a few crates of AK-47s from the warehouses, and we had started what he called a "School Revolution." Seeing the confusion in my eyes, he explained that the students, led by 8B (my class), had killed all the teachers and were defending the school. At first, only the police attacked the school, but they were all killed. Then, the military continued the siege, but they didn't believe we were strong enough and sent small detachments. But recently, on a reconnaissance mission, he learned that the military realized the seriousness of the situation and understood that we were a dangerous infection, a major problem for society. They decided to drop a missile on us (not a real one, but a small warhead – let most of the Siberian town be destroyed, but we will be killed). They had already evacuated the people, and the missile was supposed to be launched in ten minutes. We had to save everyone. We ran to the school as fast as we could, and we managed to reach the deputy principal's office, which had become our command center, but we were too late. At that very moment, we exploded...

I had a dream where a cow raped me. What should I do now? I can't find peace.

Calm down, you're just gay, that's what Freud wrote. And since you're into girls, you're also a zoophile.

Well, it's quite possible that it was a prophetic dream. I would advise you to be wary of strong women with long objects in their hands. In general, protect your anal opening from them, just in case it comes true...

That's what Freud wrote.

It took me a moment to understand which Freud was being referred to. At first, I tried to remember where Freud might have written about blue...

Well, it’s immediately clear what each person is thinking about.

I dreamt of a continuation of the previous dream I described. Sanya, Dan, that soldier, Tyoma, Deman, and Slavka and I vanished into some otherworldly dimension in the blink of an eye during the explosion. I saw the corridor and the three doors again. We had a choice, and we went through the furthest one. We found ourselves in a jungle. Suddenly, a plane flew overhead, and five soldiers jumped out of it. They didn't have proper weapons, only pistols, but we had AK-47s. Then, we disappeared...

Yeah, it's immediately clear what everyone is thinking about.

Are thoughts about Sigmund a good thing, or a bad thing, in your opinion? :D

Yeah, it's immediately clear what everyone is thinking.

Lol, you yourself wrote that you were raped.

Well, what I meant was that the sex was heterosexual, that is, normal, only it was against my will.

Why were you against it?

By the way, is that so?

Because I believe that sex is an immoral and outdated activity that should only be practiced for the purpose of procreation.

By the way, is that true?

By the way, it's still too early for you to discuss sex.

See, I told you!