Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

=[br][/br]Well, it's precisely against this organization.

I had many dreams, but I only remember two fragments.
The first one: I was some important person, and I had bodyguards, several people (four, I think). We were looking for a car in the city (not ours, but one to confiscate and drive away in). We found some kind of jeep, and there were several people inside (it seems like a mother and daughter) and a police officer. We kicked the police officer out, and the whole group got into the car. We left the mother and daughter behind for some reason.
Some time passed.
A shore, either of a lake or a sea. Not far away, there was a tiny island, and several fountains rose upwards from it. I don't know where they came from, but I was somehow afraid that they would cause the city to flood. And the city was some kind of tourist destination – there were a lot of different people there, all speaking different languages. Children were playing, also speaking different languages, but they understood each other. There were many different shops with souvenirs and other things.
The shore was set up for swimming. I went into the water, and it turned out to be very warm, and I wanted to swim. And then, something with horses and PONIES was moving on the water. Or rather, it seemed to be an adult horse and a small one (not a pony). It seemed like some person was leading them. They were walking right in the water, along the shore, but it was very deep, and the horses were almost swimming. I watched the horses against the backdrop of the island with the fountains, and then I turned around to look for a harmonica in the shops. I don't know why, but I wanted one. I found one, but they were all with advertisements on them. One had a McDonald's ad, and another had some kind of beer ad. I didn't buy one. But my mom (who suddenly appeared in the story) bought one for some reason.

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I remembered another fragment.
My mom took my old headphones (which are torn, actually) and wore them around the house all day. She said she wanted to try them out or something. It's funny because, in reality, she would never do that

I had a long dream today. A chase, a long chase. I was telling my mom about how I spent the day. When she asks how I spent yesterday, I tell her, "Well, I kind of got into some trouble," something like that. And here's the story.

It all started in a completely mundane, default, and uninteresting way – with some kind of game. It was a shooter about IRL (modern weapons, etc.), but I wasn't just a player; I was more like a real participant in the events. It started with me walking around after some battles somewhere (buildings, hangars, warehouses, etc., no one around) with a machine gun, not knowing what to do, and not wanting to know, because I was tired. I started shooting. Just randomly, without a goal.

I don't remember the next short segment of the dream. After that, the dream tells of my shootout with my own people – I attacked them out of boredom. It was in a port, there were some boats, probably. I just walk up to my people (meaning those on my side, maybe fighting someone) and start shooting at their heads. Well, they responded in kind. The most confusing thing is that I seemed to hit everyone, but no one died (maybe it just wasn't shown in the dream). And no one seemed to hit me either. I decided to get away from them before they finished me off (there were about fifteen of them), and then, completely unexpectedly, there was a running moped in the port. Apparently, someone who participated in the shootout was arriving or leaving. So, I stole the moped and drove away.

Then I don't remember anything again, except that I drove the moped into a lift.
The next action takes place in an apartment. It looked like our big apartment in Moscow, and maybe it even was. The shooter was over, but the chase remained. There were a lot more of us being chased, about ten people, and it's unclear why. But in the dream, these people weren't described at all; they were just extras. I also remember that we had some kind of five-year-old girl (maybe she was being chased too!). Moreover, all these people (and the little girl, and the extras) were sometimes with me, and sometimes, in some fragment of the dream, they disappeared, and it was as if they weren't there at all. They weren't there when a woman was chasing me through the apartment, and I had to run away from her. I found the little girl in one of the rooms – she was standing in front of a mirror and doing something (maybe trying on her red dress) – and I took her with me for some reason. No, not as a hostage. I ran towards the exit of the apartment, practically breaking through, and for some reason, I went not down, but into the opposite apartment (there were only two apartments on the floor, because they were big). I wanted to knock loudly, break in, say that I would explain everything later, just let me in, please, but the doors were unexpectedly open (not locked). I burst inside, and there was some kind of landlady. In curlers and pajamas. I say as I run past, that I'll be quick, I'm leaving now, I really need to go, believe me, etc., but she didn't even care. She looked at me indifferently and said nothing. Well, I went to look for... the toilet. But first, we went into some room with a mirror with the little girl. One person from the extras started trying on different dresses on her, or rather, not dresses at all, it was men's clothing. The girl looked very sad and looked like a boy. I remember that the woman also went into the room, but didn't pay attention to us, as if we were part of the family that lived here. The little girl, in this way, gave us a disguise.

And then I found my toilet. What was my plan? Wildly brilliant: I climb into the toilet and get out of the house through the sewer. The dream didn't show how I did it, but I did it! Or rather, there is a fact that I did it, but the consequence of it is completely illogical – we all stand on the landing and discuss how to get out of the house unnoticed. The little girl was still squealing (but not out of fear or anything, just messing around), and I told her to stop, because she was giving us away with her sounds. In general, I said that we should go down two floors on foot, and then take the elevator to the bottom. (We were initially on the sixth floor). I explained this plan by saying that they might be waiting for us in the elevator on the sixth floor, as well as at the stairs on the first, but if we get into the elevator on the fourth and get out at the elevator on the first, no one will notice us. A very clever plan, right! But that's what we did. As we walked down, we saw a lot of things on the landings – old, sick people, some were dying, some were already dead. And this is in an elite apartment building with large apartments in the center of Moscow.

We got out of the elevator on the first floor, no one was waiting for us at the entrance, so we happily left the building. We walk along, happy, and there's a car. No, not a black one with Smith agents, but some kind of red Zhiguli. So, we come out of the entrance, and they are parking the car there, then they get out of the car and walk towards us. But then we weren't running anymore, I don't know why. We just walked past, as if we weren't involved, as if we didn't even know each other, I even whispered, "Everyone for themselves," lol. And they were detaining us one by one. They detained everyone (I don't know about the little girl) and told us to go there and there. "There" they were probably going to interrogate us. I even imagined them shining a lamp in my face and saying sternly, "Tell us everything," and I would tell everything out of fear. But they didn't take us to any interrogation. They put us in a long queue to some kind of building that was next to the house we ran from (the street, by the way, didn't look like Moscow at all). And we stood there and waited. No one was even watching us, but we still stood there and didn't run away. The queue was on the street, not in the building. I remember that there was some kind of fashionista standing next to me (not from my extras), talking about his new, elite, incredibly cool, hyper-fashionable watch. Then something happened to it, like the watch broke, and he started complaining about money, that he would have to spend it on another watch.

And then my alarm clock rang >< The dream didn't finish, but we know that in the end there was a happy ending, because I was telling my mom about how I spent the day, which means I survived all this and wasn't put in jail.

By the way, in reality, it didn't last a day. Or rather, during the action, a night passed, but I don't know at what point in the dream it was. It seems like when I went into the neighbor's apartment, it was already morning.

I used to be some kind of head of army supply. We traded in everything: food, household goods, electronics, and so on. I don't understand how this relates to the army at all. Anyway, I had to go around Moscow and check all our stores. I had a cap with a very long brim – it had the names of the departments and their managers written on it (I was supposed to fill in the names with a pen). So, I walked around Moscow and checked everything.
I remember meeting some dying guy in the city. I helped him die so he wouldn't suffer: I told him that my old car was here (the one I drove to him. Before that, I had badly damaged it in some kind of accident, details are missing), and he could take it and crash somewhere. So, he took it and crashed. Somehow, he drove it into the subway and was hit by a train.
In the end, everything turned into another bout of melancholy – I dreamed of my parents. They've been bothering me in my dreams. It went like this: it turned out that I had been driving around Moscow without leaving my computer, and I drove around until half-past three in the morning. Then I left the room for some reason, walked past my parents' room, and they were muttering something about me not sleeping and playing some game. Well, then Justice kicked in, because I wasn't playing, I was busy with important things!!1 Anyway, I finished them, and the computer was supposed to turn off. It was supposed to, but it didn't, it only turned off on the fifth try) and I went to sleep.

In the morning, I got a call, I answered, and started dozing off. It was like a lucid dream.
I was going to Heaven. The road there was like a parabola. I had to go down first, then up. Above me was the Earth, and I was, apparently, in space. The parabola went from one end of the Earth to the other, but it didn't touch it – there was quite a distance.
I enter Heaven. There's no one there. Clouds, some kind of houses, probably residential. Then, someone appeared, no, not God himself, but somehow Jesus Christ. At least, in my dream, that's how I understood it. He was sitting with a bored look, his hand supporting his chin, there was some kind of cup next to him, and a book was lying a little further away. Jesus was taller than an ordinary person, but not huge.
In front of him was a short but high table. He pointed at it with his hand, telling me to sit down. I wanted to, but there were no chairs! And the table was almost taller than me. But I still sat down – cross-legged. Then Jesus materialized a chair for me. A tall one, like in a bar. I somehow climbed onto it and fell – because he dematerialized the chair again) And he even giggled after that at his joke. I stood there, thought, and then turned around and went to the exit. I also thought: "This isn't the Heaven I wanted, I need to find another one!". And I got back on that road-parabola. And I also had the thought that the road to Heaven goes through Hell, because the parabola goes down (there was such gravity, even though the Earth was above).
By the way, in the Earth-parabola system, there were other similar roads, I don't know what they are and where they lead.

For each album by the band Blind Guardian, there was a kind of club where different people did something. There was some album called All is Life, although they don't actually have one. So, I decided to go and see what it was about. The rest of the dream has absolutely nothing to do with the band or the music.
It turned out to be some kind of religious club. No, they weren't studying religions there; it was exclusively related to Christianity. The club was located in the heavens (for the second dream in a row, I was walking among the clouds). I don't remember what we did at the beginning, but I remember the end. We were told to draw some public place where someone died or something like that. I didn't know what to draw, and I couldn't draw well, so I was very slow and fell behind the others. First, I started drawing some tables. I drew three of them, and then I started thinking: why? The teacher started pressuring me, saying, "Why are you taking so long?" And then I decided to create a zoo – a place where evil animals could kill someone. In some unknown way, I transformed the tables into a zoo. I drew a pile of stones on them, and then I looked at it – it looked like a bunch of different predators' faces. It turned out as if there was a whole herd of them, huddled tightly together in cages.
When everything was done, someone from the group, a girl, flew down. She was also associated with a blue bird, similar to a bullfinch, but not a bullfinch and blue. She didn't just fly down; she was the one who was supposed to die in our drawings. The teacher said to me, "What sign do you think she would send us if she were alive?" I don't know what sign she would send so that we would understand that she is alive, but, reasoning logically, this sign should be lighter than air so that it could reach our clouds. That's what I said. She seemed to deny it, saying that it doesn't necessarily mean she's alive, but I agreed. And some kind of sign reached us – a kind of weightless toy, slowly rising upwards.
And then I decided to fly. We could all fly there, but those who had been doing it for a long time could do it well. I could fly up very slowly, I could hover in the air, or I could completely relax and calm down, and then I would go into freefall. But for some reason, I also had to turn upside down. It was a little unusual, and I kept turning back, thus stopping the fall.

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The feeling of flying was amazing. When I was falling and hovering in the air

Oh my god, I was flying in my dream again. Mornie, Amka, and I were playing a game about Spider-Man. Online. All three of us were Spider-Men. We were flying over skyscrapers (I wonder, what were we attaching our webs to?). Sometimes we would land on a rooftop and fight, and sometimes we would shoot at each other, like in a shooting game. I clearly played this shooter too much.

He completely outplayed me; you can play for days on end! My nickname doesn't decline, you idiot!

Yeah, that's right!
And my nickname is actually spelled differently than how you all spell it :3

You could come up with an even longer nickname. Imaris, the Brave Wolf from Raising Moon.

no, that's a silly nickname)
I meant that you can call him Imaris or Wolf, but not Iris, Kiskis, Klov, etc. You can also use "Vokl" with irony.

Oh, I thought you didn't like being addressed using Cyrillic and in a single word.

Klov is good. Volk, firstly, is too pompous, secondly, it's overused, and thirdly, it's too vague. Imaris is long and unnecessary. And Klov is the most ideal. It's like the infamous "WOLF," but at the same time, it's immediately clear who we're talking about, even on a subconscious level when you first read the word, and it sounds pleasant. And you can nicely decline it or use a diminutive. "Iris, kiss-kiss" is funny, I like it, but Amko is the only one who uses it; it's HIS THING. But "vokl" sounds disgusting, like someone has vomited. Uoooooooocl. Yuck. We shouldn't use that option.

I'm good; my nickname is short and doesn't need to be changed. Just like Amka and Nebo's nicknames.

Yes, “Tnem” doesn’t sound very good.

Nes-Elp

Oh, I thought you didn't like being called by Cyrillic letters and in one word :)

Okay, call me by my full name. Call me by my full name!)
And I call wolves in games "voklami." And the originator is Vissi; he once made a typo like that, and since then, he's been calling me "vokl." And it's fine; I don't have any negative associations with it.

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Gninrom. Nekol. Neklol! It's like "nekro" and "lol" combined.