Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had a silly dream tonight. I was one of the commanders in Hitler's bunker. I was yelling at some adjutant that I didn't like the lighting, even though it seemed like there was a modern renovation everywhere, and everything was already sparkling. Then I went to see the general about buying an air conditioner.

Today I had the most f***ed up dream of my entire life. And in this dream, there was also one of the HWs

Did you have a good night's sleep?

I had a hilarious dream – I went to a diner and ordered scrambled eggs. They brought it, and it was basically just water, but at least the seasonings were decent. I went to the head chef and said something like, "You can't cook." And he was all, "Can you do better?" So we had a competition to see who could make better scrambled eggs. After about 5-10 minutes, his eggs were still the same watery mess, but mine were like a perfect omelet. Then they gave everyone a portion to try. Everyone voted for mine, and that's how I became the new head chef.

It was pitch black all around, not a soul in sight, and I was incredibly sleepy, so my mind started to wander, and I began to see things that weren't there. I hope they really weren't there, and that nothing was threatening me. I had a bag with a small, weak flashlight, a pistol, a phone, and some small change. I wandered around in the darkness, sometimes inside buildings, sometimes on the street, catching only glimpses of silhouettes and outlines of the surroundings, and constantly hearing rustling, growling, and screams. I felt dizzy. I slowly walked through a dark tunnel, the floor of which was covered in some kind of disgusting goo, waiting for the terrifying sounds to subside. I was in someone's apartment, and then in a school, probably the same one I went to. I remember entering an empty classroom and closing the door when the sounds of pursuit drew closer. I realized that dawn was approaching, but for some reason, I needed to keep moving. I threw the bag down, putting only some important things in my pockets, took the weak flashlight in one hand and the pistol in the other, and went out, walking straight down the corridor, from the end of which I could hear frantic, but quiet, screams and a strange pulsating noise.

But you said you didn’t like Lovecraft.

I don't dislike Lovecraft; I don't know where you got that from. But I don't particularly like him either. He's tedious, although, of course, he's a product of his time. But this dream had little in common with his work.

Well, by "tedious," I meant "dislike." And the dream reminded me of Lovecraft, it's somewhat similar.

The dream reminded me of Lovecraft, somewhat similar.

You read it recently, right?

There isn't anything specifically Lovecraftian; the themes are more generally from the supernatural horror genre.

I would like to note that the dream wasn't particularly unpleasant.

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"Lovecraftian" is written with a lowercase letter.

Did you read it recently?

To be honest, I've only read a few excerpts from Lovecraft's books (and watched one movie) ("The Shadow," mostly), although I'm thinking of giving them a proper read sometime.

I had a dream that I was in a room with some classmates. It was like we were in the same class or just gathered somewhere, I don't know. But there were also adults from my school. I remember sitting next to Amka, and we were laughing at Morni, joking about his... uh... small penis.

A typical, dull dream about school transitioned very smoothly into something very interesting and beautiful.
I'll skip the details about school; they aren't necessary, and I don't really remember them. I'll start from the moment where, after all sorts of school nonsense, I had to go somewhere in that same school, to a certain place, and do something. At first, this place turned out to be a large room with a ton of stuff inside (I don't know what it was, maybe shelving or other furniture, columns—basically, something that blocked the view of all the corners and walls of the room). There were many people there, all waiting for something. I went somewhere to the right and entered a strange library. Besides books, they lent out many other different things for a period of time, ranging from game and movie discs to expensive electronic devices. I can't say more specifically—I don't remember the details. By the way, instead of a floor, there were DVDs. It was as if the floor was one huge shelf, just lying horizontally. It was a bit uncomfortable to walk on. Overall, I really liked this place for some reason. I stayed there for a couple of minutes and went back into the hall (or whatever it was). Then it hit me that such a place had never existed in the school before, that this opportunity had only arisen today—today is a special day, and perhaps I will never get here again in my life.
I continued wandering. During this time, the hall smoothly transformed into an open area. Quite simply, its roof and three walls disappeared (the wall with the entrance did not), but everything else remained the same. In the spot that was once the corner of the hall, there was now some kind of yellow screen; behind the screen, someone was deliberating about something. They were waiting for someone and keeping an eye on everyone. At first, I thought they were watching me, so I stealthily crept up to spy on them, but they noticed me and let me know it, though they did nothing else—they just continued to observe and wait for someone. They were several of my classmates. I approached them and talked. It turned out that one of them decided to be wildly romantic and had planned something. In some particularly romantic way, he intended to present his wildly romantic bouquet of roses and some other romantic thingamajig to his girlfriend.
Behind the screen, some unclear structure was revealed; I can't describe it because it's too blurry. A long staircase led up to it. The height was roughly eight to ten stories. At the top was a beam, and some kid ran across it. We all gasped immediately—holy cow, an acrobat, running on a thin beam at such a height. And we immediately climbed up there ourselves)) Although at first, I got the jitters when I imagined how I would sit on that beam or walk along it at such a height. The classmate who was fiercely romantic suddenly transformed into my friend (who is actually from a different school); he climbed up first, and I followed. My hands were shaking, and I was generally scared, lol. I don't think I would have chickened out like that in RL facing such a task, especially since I'm a totally emotionless psycho.
What seemed to be a beam actually turned out to be a wide enough wooden road. There was another staircase of about the same length leading even higher. And finally, I reached the real fairy tale. I climbed up there, onto this road (by the way, it was fenced with railings, which ensured safety), turned around and... What a magnificent sight. Before me were cliffs of quite unusual shapes. Between the cliffs was something like a huge glade, and on it were gigantic high thrones, about ten of them (I didn't count exactly), and sitting on the thrones in various poses were the skeletons of giant humans. Each of them was taller than our structure. And these were specifically skeletons, not animated by any Necromancy. Remnants. I was utterly fascinated by this sight. Some ancient civilization, or rather, its High Council. Everyone died right on their thrones. I wanted to take a photo later, but we encountered another problem—quite unexpectedly, it turned out that the entire structure we were on was located on a river, and now it was moving with the current. We were floating away! And so the giant skeletons disappeared behind other cliffs, while we wondered what to do. While we were thinking, the facts underwent another change—now we weren't on a river, but were traveling on a railway. On such a massive structure. There was another track nearby, and a couple of times, not trains, but individual locomotives passed us in the opposite direction. We decided to wait until we reached some stop, then get on another train and go back. But a stop might not appear for hours (it was already evening!), and with such mysticism, it might not exist at all.
I don't remember at all how we eventually got back. But we returned on that same structure. During the day. The skeletons hadn't gone anywhere, which disappointed me, because I thought that's where they should have vanished for added mystery, so that no one would believe us (since we didn't take any photos). But no. Therefore, I even took some photos, but I still had the thought that something should happen to the photos then—either they should vanish, or the skeletons should disappear from them, or my phone should die, and so on.
Then, for some unclear reason, I suggested to my friend that we were on the Flying Dutchman. Why it was relevant, why it was moving over land, etc., I don't know)

I recently had a dream, and I figured out what it meant.

I had a dream the other day. There was a cop in it. I walk out of some building and see a cop walking in front of me, and then he starts running. I follow him, but I don't get too close. He runs into a dangerous alley, and there, some kids in caps with sunflower seeds and beer attack him (there were about three of them). So, I stand there and watch all this, and I think, should I help or not? I decide to help and run over there, and then things start happening. In short, we defeated the cop and quickly got out of there before the others arrived.