Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Today I had some interesting dreams, but I didn't remember them very well. First, something related to Avatar (the elemental master), as if I was traveling with them. I remember Sokka, Katara :3, and... canyons, like in the Wild West. But who was I? Then, I appeared on a hill with grass and trees. You know, with some rocks and stuff. We were sitting on the top, I don't remember with whom, but we were waiting for something. It was getting dark... Then, some creatures started climbing the rocks. They were jumping from one rock to another, like cats. In the end, they turned out to be something like cats, and then creatures appeared that looked more like dogs and hyenas, with spots. They couldn't jump, of course. They climbed up to us, and I don't remember what happened after that. But I remember the appearance of the dog-like creatures; they will be my personal monsters that I came up with :P I've already forgotten about the cats =(

It seems no one reads these articles, considering they pay so little.

It seems they do read them, but they also demand little in return. Yes, and besides, I started doing this out of interest.

I always dream of some abstract nonsense, but after a while, it becomes clear that there is something meaningful in it.

I had a dream about some kind of commotion involving HVshniki (at first I thought it was the mafia, but no, although maybe it did start with that). The gist was that Loki had done something and everyone was looking for/catching him. I was fixing what he had done. Freeing various people from rooms and so on. Hmm, it seems there was also a classmate and people I didn't know, but that was later apparently.. I don't remember it well, unfortunately. But there was definitely running around and some suspicious business.

Ah, but I haven't had any dreams lately, and it's been quite a while.

I dreamt that I was on stage with Basta and Guf, rapping. The lyrics were something like this:
...Since 2009, I've respected rap culture
Since 2011, I've been writing my own rhymes
There were many obstacles on my rap journey
Relatives, friends, acquaintances
They all said in unison:
"Rap is just garbage"
But I didn't listen and kept moving forward
Now I'm standing on this stage and rapping my stuff to you
Listen to it, you jerk!
I haven't used any drugs or alcohol,
But I can still rap calmly,
The words rhyme somehow,
I don't know how, I don't understand anything.

And something in that vein

P.S. I remembered my dream better, so I fixed it and added some things.

Today, I had two dreams. The first one was like a movie, starting with a picture of the Kremlin and the inscription: "Ivanstudios present." Then, a black screen and the inscription: "With the active help of Alexey Sergeevich Dolmatov and Vasily Mikhailovich Vakulenko, better known as Guf and Basta." Again, a black screen, and the inscription: "A film by Ivan Evgenievich Komarov (my future name:eek:)." Again, a black screen, but now the inscription in large letters: "Rapper or the War for the Streets." I won't retell the whole film, I'll just say the main idea. The main character was a guy named Artemka (played by my adult self). At 28, Artemka was like a teenager, flitting from one goal to another in his soul, until he heard rap for the first time and started writing it himself. Artemka quickly became popular, which led to problems. It turned out that fans of other music styles, considering rap to be garbage unworthy of existence, began to harass rappers everywhere. So, five rockers with clubs attacked Artemka, but they miscalculated. Artemka had a license to own a pistol and a note about his masterful handling of the weapon. He shot down the rockers and disappeared. The next day, Basta and Guf found him, announcing that the war for the streets had begun and that if he wanted to survive, he had to unite with others. Our country began to turn into America, where people are constantly being killed in the streets. I'll skip a large part of the film and say that in the end, the rappers lost.

The second dream was boring, so I won't tell you about it.

I had a dream about a war. Our team was defending some kind of shore, or maybe it was an island-ship, I don't even know. I remember various classmates and Revnya being there. The firefight was quite amusing; I remember taking cover on some kind of slope near a truck. The enemies were trying to get past it, either by going under it, around it, or from above, but I managed to shoot them all down. Then, some huge whales appeared, and one of them ate the other. After that, a catfish, several times larger than those whales, swam up and intended to swallow our island-ship. That's when I woke up.

Artyomka, the guy

:) :) :)

:) :) :)

Well, he's not a kid anymore, he's 28 years old.

Once a kid, always a kid. You don't become a kid.

Well, he's not a kid, he's 28 years old.

A huge, marginal man (with, say, a hairy chest, tattoos all over his body, and a ripped t-shirt) is being interrogated at the police station:
- What's your name!
He blushes and shyly pokes at the table with his finger:
- Artemka...

a marginal man

a hairy chest

This is an indicator of marginality.

A rocker with a club.

Such and such a marginality indicator.

Yes, Artem is so marginal that he deliberately doesn't shave his chest.