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I'm an engineer, or something like that. The state tasked me and my colleagues with building a spaceship. But I had to leave, and it turned out that these jerks built the ship without me, even though I was supposed to be in charge. So, I come back, and I get a call (I don't know who or from where, probably from the party) saying that Stalin doesn't like my ship because it has wooden windows... I quickly run to the hangar to redo the windows, and I don't remember what happened after that. That stupid Stalin, it's the second time this week. I shouldn't watch Viastat History before bed.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
By the way, a couple of days ago I had a dream that my bros and I were going to commit mass suicide x) I think Hommy was with me, maybe someone else from HeroesWorld and someone from the Family Guy series. We first tried to do something, I don't know what, but it didn't work out, then we quickly ended up somewhere in Antarctica to freeze to death o.o Although we didn't freeze, we climbed into some building, lay down somewhere there, and died. Then it turned out that everyone had died, except for me x)
I dreamt that I was a Jedi. At first, I entertained the children: I lifted and lowered them, made coins disappear and reappear, and they all enjoyed it very much. Then, I and a few other people went on an expedition. Our team consisted mainly of my classmates, but I didn't know all of them well: I had only seen some of them in passing. We entered hyperspace (somehow using the Force) and emerged near some planet. As we explored it, we walked through some strange puddles, and then something caught our attention, and we went further. But then I noticed that there were three triplets in our team (there should have been two!). I examined the structure of the extra one and found that it wasn't carbon-based, but water-based. It turned out that these puddles were copying the people reflected in them, and the process didn't end with just one copy. I broke down the extra team member into molecules (yes, using the Force) and, returning to the puddles, started dealing with the other copies. I must admit, they were rather dull: they acted like the originals, but they had no instinct for self-preservation. However, there were many of them, and we still had to distinguish the copies from the originals. In short, we spent the rest of the dream breaking down these clones into molecules.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения! И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
Today I dreamt that Loken was lowering my Battle Rating on his first account (Loken), I don't know how. And recently, I dreamt that I was grunting in some grindcore band in front of a small crowd of long-haired people in a small venue. The long-haired people were drunk and dirty :D There was also some guy who reminded me a lot of a skald, but he was completely wasted, barely able to stand. And he was listening to grindcore, haha.