Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Today, I went sledding with a friend from real life. It was fun! Maybe we should meet up again.
We sledded down small snow hills and slopes located right on the paths/roads. We even managed to gain some good speed, although that wouldn't be possible in real life. I remember we tried to slide down one of these hills. I sat at the very top of the hill, and she was behind me (on her sled), and I was supposed to slide forward. But I couldn't keep my balance and ended up sliding backward. I bumped into her, and we both rolled all the way down, lol. We laughed about it afterward.

Silly dreams. In the first one, there were a lot of bugs and maybe some spiders, all about the size of my palm. It was like in summer when there are a lot of insects, but here they were all big. I've already forgotten the second dream, and in the third, I went to visit a former classmate and friend who, for some reason, lived in the next-door house. I walked to his place for a long time, and then (after returning home), it turned out that it was the next-door house, lol. So, something happened to him, and I came to visit, but his family wasn't very happy to see me, especially that I stayed for two hours. Maybe that's how it actually was. After that, I went home. When I left the building, I turned left and saw a white tigress. It was just her, although I felt (knew) that the world was completely crazy. There were animals in the street, the sky was a strange color, and a lot of other strange things were happening, although I can't say exactly what, because I don't know. So, I looked at the tigress and wondered what to do. She would definitely attack me if I started walking, although I needed to go in the opposite direction, and there was a fence between us that she could easily jump over. Then luck smiled on me, and a woman appeared, walking right onto the road towards the tigress. She didn't even notice her. At that moment, I decided to act and went home, glancing back slightly. I saw the tigress jump, either at the woman or next to her, and the woman screamed. I quickened my pace, but I felt (maybe I actually noticed) that the woman was alive, and the tigress was heading towards me. I ran and woke up. Yes, a silly tigress. What did she want from me, it was awful.

I had this dream about a week ago, and I'm glad I wrote it down, because I'm already forgetting some of the details.

I'm sitting in a room of some inexpensive hotel. I'm talking to a stranger. We have some kind of business together; he gives me the keys to another room and tells me to hide there. Apparently, I'm being pursued, someone is looking for me, and I've crossed someone. I was wearing a white shirt and white pants. And I was a brunette with long hair down to my shoulders.)))
I leave the room of my friend/colleague/acquaintance and go to the room for which I received the keys. As I walk past my room, one of the hotel staff (dressed in a gray uniform, resembling an electrician) bumps into a large garbage bag that was inexplicably standing near the room. I barely managed to stop the bag from falling and told the poorly-sighted staff member off. He just snapped back at me.

We were standing near the other room, "politely talking." One of the hotel guests was watching our verbal exchange. After a few minutes of conversation, my nerves gave out, and I punched the staff member in the face with my right hand. Before he could fall, I grabbed him and threw him down the stairs to the floor below. The person who was watching the argument wasn't surprised by what happened, but he was very surprised when he saw my face. In that instant, he ran straight at me. I pushed him away with my foot, and he fell. After that, I ran into my room, and that person got up and chased after me. I frantically opened the door and just as frantically closed it. But I didn't feel relieved; a minute later, they started breaking down the door. The faces of large, burly men appeared in the doorway. Having no other choice, I ran to the window and broke the glass. Luckily, it was only the second floor, and the landing was soft because of the bushes growing under the window. When I got up, I immediately ran further. Looking back, I saw the person who had been chasing me looking out of the window; he didn't notice which direction I ran.

It was a sunny morning, and there weren't many people on the streets at that time. I ran to the nearest shopping mall. As I approached the steps leading down a few meters to the entrance of the mall (it was set back, as if in a recess), I saw my mistress (lol, what?). A short girl with long, black hair. She was talking on her cell phone. I quietly approached her from behind, hugged her, kissed her on the lips, and picked her up. But at that moment, I noticed (oh, the horror!) my wife and our daughter (six years old). Hurriedly putting the girl down, I pretended that I was seeing her for the first time, realizing the problem, she quickly left, and I went to the entrance of the shopping mall, where my wife and daughter were standing. Feigning sincere surprise, as if I had just noticed them and was very happy, I hugged my wife and kissed her on the cheek. Before we went into the shopping mall, I looked around, and then... I woke up.

I had many dreams. Some were strange, but overall they were good, and some were even very good.

I had a dream that I created a thread, and overnight, it got flooded with over 200 posts. Although there was something else in the dream, that part is what I remember most vividly.

It’s unbelievable that someone would spam in your thread. It probably happened on some kind of porn site.

What a subtle troll, though.

Your threads are successful, be proud!

We embarked on a militarized expedition to a planet, the outpost of which had lost contact. We found nothing there, and I placed a piece of biological weaponry in the form of some kind of fat larva somewhere, so that the enemy would enter, step on it, and doom itself to death. Unfortunately, some idiot from the team simply walked up and deliberately crushed it with his boot, splattering himself. Within a few minutes, his skin was covered with ulcers, and he began to crawl on the floor, vomiting his own insides, as did most of the members of our squad. What was happening affected everyone except me, but I realistically assessed my chances, which were zero, and therefore I slit my veins with a pocketknife to die as I wanted, and not from the decomposition of my internal organs. Then we walked as a group of four along a forest road. They were angry, and I was either working for them or maintaining a weak neutrality, and we needed something. I had two revolvers and some kind of pistol; I was walking and reloading them on the go. I don't remember what was there; we were wandering somewhere, and they shot the fourth one. And then we met a werewolf. He was quite large, about three meters tall, and he was growling and pushing his way through the branches. We stopped and glared at him; I had one silver bullet somewhere, which I had loaded first into the pistol, and I was ready to pull it out and pull the trigger. The three of us were looking at him, and he was looking at us. At that moment, I realized that there were three of us: some woman; some guy in a hooded cloak; and I had a bandage on my face. We stared into the werewolf's eyes and didn't blink, and he stared at us. My eyes were already watering, and tears flowed from the corners down my cheeks and onto the bandage, when he finally turned around and went off somewhere into the thicket. Then we stood there for half a minute, and I ordered us to move on, to get out of here as quickly as possible. And there was also a small guardhouse, which looked completely empty, and in the dark window there was a small flicker of a candle. The werewolf was standing next to it. Perhaps this is the master.

I had a dream about Anders Breivik, lol.

And what did he do?

It was just like in real life, except this time he was inside a building (maybe a school or something). I "luckily" ended up in the same building. It was two or three stories high. There was chaos all around, corpses everywhere, and I was wandering through it. I met various people, walked around with them for a while, and then I was alone again. I remember walking up and down the stairs and hiding from this psycho. Then I started walking with some guys, and we found a room with exercise equipment and strange computers, arcade machines. Some of them stayed there, and I went down with one of them (I don't know, there were holes in the floor or something), because we couldn't stay in one place, since the killer was also walking around the building. Luckily, he was walking, not running, lol. There was only one exit from the building, and anyone who tried to leave, Breivik would kill from the second-floor window. I don't know how he managed to kill everyone everywhere. Then it started to rain, and it became dangerous to go outside. There was probably waist-deep water out there, plus he was shooting from his AK. Although we tried to escape, and someone even managed to run away, the rest were just floating in the water. Towards the end, the dream got completely messed up, and we were all standing on the first floor, chatting, looking around to see if HE was coming. A cat even appeared, which caught a rat. Everyone stared at it and rejoiced, like it was such a good kitty. That's how the dream ended.

I thought he killed you, that’s a shame.

I had a strange dream today. I was an old captain of a huge, enormous airship. The ship was home to all sorts of passengers, each with their own job, forming different groups – basically, a society. Sometimes we would land somewhere to refuel, replenish our water or food supplies; sometimes we would land, and there would be some incomprehensible "exercises," during which I would walk around, observing the passengers engaged in some nonsense and monitoring their progress. Sometimes I would just walk around the ship and talk to someone, resolving issues between crew members. Of course, everyone knew me, and if they didn't love me, they at least respected me. Besides the many minor acquaintances, I had four main people in my life. One was a rather plump bureaucrat, not very pleasant, but competent and not crossing the line. The second was my assistant; I don't remember what he looked like or what he did. The third and fourth were "people from the opposition." I don't remember their names because, strangely enough, they didn't really stand out, but one was "Detective L," the one on Gilford's avatar, and I don't remember the other at all, neither his name nor his appearance, seriously. They were always up to some shady business. One day, one of the crew members had a major problem, and I, the old man, gave up my old kidney so that the crew member would survive. I didn't receive much gratitude, but I didn't expect it; I did what was natural. And after some time, my heart started to fail, and I died. And as I was dying, many crew members were in my cabin, all had removed their hats, observing a moment of silence, and performing other rituals. And two of the opposition stood there with a neutral, bored expression, and L folded his arms on his chest, looking at the ceiling. And just as I was losing consciousness, we suddenly realized one thing – besides me, no one could pilot the airship: neither my assistant nor anyone else. And the flight could last for many years. There probably should be some moral to this, but it's just a dream. Most likely, there isn't one – everyone's screwed.

I had a dream that Haven returned.