Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I just didn't have a reason.

I understand.

I'm lowering my opinion of you with each post against the Emperor.

You're doing everything right. Chaos and other scum need to know their place.

Chaos.

The Emperor is manipulating you, ha-ha, you probably think you're queens, but you're just pathetic, useless pawns!

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They have already devoured thirty BDs on the orders of their **MASTER**.

Turnip Eaters.

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Today I dreamt that Arandor changed his nickname and started calling himself something ridiculous: Master72Bold. Maybe it was a different number, I don't remember exactly (possibly 0068).

After that, there was some other long and epic action movie, of which I almost don't remember anything (only the ending).
We were galloping on horses with sabers (no, no, this isn't fantasy! it was some kind of IRL). I was being chased by some guy nicknamed either Lilac or Gray, I don't know). I remember that before that, we had the exact same chase in the same place, but without horses. But with sabers) (And the place is my old street in the city where I lived a year and a half ago; we were running around the school and nearby). There were also some small boy and girl riding next to us. I lightly slashed them with my saber to take them out of the game, and this was to save their lives, it was for their own good! What a mess, I was furious, I slashed the children's sides to save their lives :D I was riding and thinking about how to get rid of the chaser (he was riding very close, almost right next to me, but slightly to the side, so he was starting to overtake me). I wanted to stop suddenly and stab him with my saber. The thought that it's somehow difficult to stab a curved saber into something, especially while riding, didn't occur to me). And the dream didn't end because at some point I realized that I wasn't sleeping and got distracted =_= then I lay there and remembered the dream to write it down.
And before all this, there was a lot of other stuff. And it was all connected to this person, and to others, and maybe the children came from somewhere, and weren't just there. But I don't remember anything, not at all((

Except that there was some kind of dark, gray apartment. Empty, mysterious. Or maybe there wasn't x)

Once, when I was 16, my friends showed me what "Water" was. I can't say I liked it, but I can't say I didn't like it either... Anyway, after 2-3 hours, I was already at home, and I went to bed...
I open the door, walk into the apartment, turn to the mirror, and try to see myself. Unsuccessfully. I'm thirsty. I go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, take out "Good Juice," and drink, drink, drink, but I can't get enough. I put the juice on the table, take off my t-shirt, put it on a chair, and go out to the balcony. I stand on the balcony and feel that something is wrong, it's weird... I light a cigarette. I realize I'M NOT AT HOME!!! I DON'T SMOKE!!! I LIVE IN A PRIVATE HOUSE!!!
-Vitaly... Vitaly! What's wrong with you!?
I turn around, and some disheveled, frightened girl is staring at me, saying something... I tried to make her out, but I couldn't.
I wake up to my mother's scream, and I have to go to school(((
Six years have passed, and I met Marina. I'm living with her now in a rented apartment, and I've started smoking. The situation is 1-to-1 like in the dream (Marina's morning hair is exactly the same). The situation from the dream happened a month after we met, right here in the apartment... It was intense.
Now I have a different attitude towards dreams. In general, I've noticed that there are no coincidences in life, there just aren't.

I open the fridge and take out "Dobry" juice.

It's been 6 years already.

That's just how it always is. Completely useless information is stored in memory, while useful information is forgotten.

By the way, the "good" one, the one that's always in our fridge. Just now I realized how much I miss it.

I had a funny dream today. I went to first grade x). And I wanted to. I myself said that I want to repeat the whole school, from the first to the last year. So, there I was, a big guy, easily solving certain integrals and various inequalities with logarithms, derivatives, and trigonometry, going to teach the little kids in first grade the multiplication table. X)
We were learning outdoors (by the way, it's not the first dream where this happens). And then wolves came. They came to me to chat. A whole pack. The children weren't afraid of them, and the wolves weren't afraid of people either. So, I was having a normal conversation with them until one incident. There was some small child, I don't know if it was a boy or a girl, but it wasn't just small, it was a real little person, smaller than a sparrow. And one of the wolves started walking nearby, and I was screaming at it in a panic to go away, because it was about to crush the child. Well, the wolf did crush him (there was just a mess on the ground), and I killed the wolf out of anger. Happy ending x.
And in general, something else happened later in the dream, like some other wolf attacked a child (not the little person, there was only one of those), I might have killed that one too, or maybe I didn't, I don't know.

You're tough!))) I didn't get any sleep today; I wandered around some kind of hospital in my dreams, didn't see anyone... it was all hazy, an empty, confusing, old Soviet-style hospital.

By the way, I was also briefly pondering how to kill that wolf, and I couldn't come up with anything better than extending claws from my hand, like Wolverine from the X-Men).