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nofapofon!

resilient guy

Brutal.

although, maybe "resilient" would be the right word to use in the opposite situation?

But the one who remains steadfast in this situation is not a guy at all.

I dreamt that the Plague character in Expedition had a ridiculously overpowered ability. So overpowered that it just outclasses everything else. I don't remember how he described it in text (and he did it quite skillfully – briefly and clearly), but the gist is this: this strange man in his forties with a small beard and a hat is a prodigy and a brilliant scientist, but a little crazy and possibly a supervillain. In his mind, he can instantly calculate physical laws and phenomena and, what is even more important, influence them. In fact, he is a psychic, but a very powerful one – he can change everything around him. Starting with, for example, closing a door (and locking it) or simply moving objects, and ending with changing the crystal lattice of substances, their atomic and molecular composition, and the composition of the atomic nucleus, i.e., transforming one substance into another. However, he didn't have time to use this in the game.

So, we went on a journey. Although our characters are all mages, warriors, priests, etc., the world itself is modern. Our group consisted of six or seven people. We wanted to go into some inconspicuous shop for some product, possibly water. We knew that the desired product was cheaper here than anywhere else, by hundreds, if not thousands of times. On the way to the store, we met the Plague character and started talking to him about something. He somehow confusingly told us about his abilities, told it in such a way that it was true, but we misunderstood it. We talked and went to the store's porch (there is a small staircase about two meters high in front of the entrance). But that's where it got interesting – the scientist closed the door on us. We were all shocked, but we couldn't open it, and we started to sort things out with the offender, and he, using his abilities, did not allow anyone to do anything against him: he dodged attacks, knocked weapons out of hands. But he got distracted from the door, as a result of which the Hostor character, whom I was somehow controlling (after all, it's my dream, not someone else's), entered the store, took a rifle off the wall, and fired. Well, I sent such a request to the GM, taking advantage of Plague's offline state. And Plague immediately came and said that nothing like that happened, that he noticed Hostor's actions and tried to prevent them. We somehow forgot that the GM ultimately decides these things.

And then I was kicked out of the dream. Sunday, eight in the morning, and I woke up and don't want to sleep anymore, and I won't anyway until I write down the dream.

It's good when you dream about Expedition – the text-based role-playing game acquires a visual representation.

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Lol! That's really cool! I dreamt that I was a loli, about level 10, and that it was the end of April - beginning of May, and that I suddenly realized that I needed to prepare for the Unified State Exam at a catastrophic rate. Oh my god. Well, and I started to prepare. And I liked being a loli!

Guys, I had a terrible dream. (
First, I met one famous artist from DeviantArt (suddenly o_O), and she confessed that her work was garbage and that she was deceiving everyone. Then, when we were at an exhibition in some kind of service room, we witnessed a mother killing her daughter. I don't know why we helped carry the body outside, and then we ran away from her and hid with some guys in a rented apartment. In general, it was very scary(( especially considering that when I woke up, I couldn't understand for the first minute whether it was a dream or reality.

Today I dreamt that I was a knight in a medieval army. We attacked a village of peasants, and there was quite a battle, although we mostly killed peasants. I especially remember cutting off a guy's legs. After we finished with the peasants, a couple of arrows suddenly flew into our ranks, and several soldiers fell dead. One of the arrows had a doll with a pink cross attached to it. Then a scout explained that it was forest elves taking revenge for the peasants. Overall, it was interesting; I don't know if it was a game, but I wouldn't mind playing it.

Overlord. Kill as many peasants as you can, and a gag like a doll-arrow is quite possible in this game.

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I had a strange dream about crime, drugs, and child pornography. There were several of us, we were some kind of bandits, and we arrived at a strange, half-ruined building for some purpose, where no one lived. We knew that another group would arrive, which would be our competition, so we had to hurry.

Then, quite suddenly, it started to rain. Very heavy rain, a downpour. We were not in the building at that moment, but near it, although there was not much difference, since the building was also heavily flooded, due to the abundance of cracks and its overall ruin. For some reason, this downpour hindered us, so much so that we quickly found a cozy place in the building where the rain was less intense, and we waited. After the downpour ended, we looked up at the sky and saw an interesting sight – it was pink, only in some places combined with the fluffy whiteness of the clouds, which, by the way, were almost non-existent, despite the recent downpour.

We thought, "What the heck is this?", but we continued on to achieve our goal. And then our pink and almost cloudless sky again presented us with rain, but now this rain was the same pink color, it tasted unpleasant and smelled terrible. We again found some more or less dry place in the depths of the building and sat there until it was over. And as soon as it was over, the guys again began to look up at the still pink sky, and I urged them on – we need to act quickly. While the other company is also looking up in bewilderment and trying to figure out what is happening, which they don't need to figure out right now, we quickly search the building and take everything we need.

When we came to a long, narrow corridor, which was completely inconsistent with the ruin that reigned here, and which, in our opinion, could lead us to our goal, the competitors blocked our way. They were ahead of us. No, there were no shootouts and fights in the best traditions of Hollywood action movies in this scene; we had a toy fight, as if we were playing a role-playing game. I hit a fat guy in the stomach a couple of times with my fists (he didn't care through the fat) and then hit him in the face, after which I realized that it was a mistake, because it could hurt. However, he didn't get offended and didn't even retaliate, but was distracted by one of the guys in my group, and I decided to rush forward while the others were engaged in the fight.

And there I entered a not very spacious room, similar to a small locker room next to a gym (the similarity was probably created by some lockers for things or clothes). In the room, as far as I can remember, there were only girls, and there were many of them. When I entered this room, the action finally turned into a game, namely – again into Expedition. The place where I was now was the starting zone for all these girls; they were getting to know each other and talking, or I don't know what they were doing. There were several such starting zones in the game; I and my guys were from another one, and our competitors were originally with us (we know who they are and what they want). In general, I sent a request to the GM with the question of whether our goal had been achieved, and it certainly should be achieved.

But initially, there was an understanding that the goal was somehow connected with something illegal, like what I wrote at the very beginning of the dream. Then this understanding disappeared.

I was in some deserted place in nature, in the woods, on a high hill overlooking an endless green expanse. On this hill were ruins, or rather, the pitiful foundations of some ancient structures, possibly towers or outposts, although in my dream, I called it a Fortress. I stood there listening to pleasant music – no, not from nature, but from a flute and some other instruments (most likely a guitar) and, probably, singing. In one of these small, old stone rooms, two people were sitting and playing. As my dream progressed, they disappeared somewhere, so I had to climb into one of these small rooms and play my flute myself. But I didn't play for long – a loudly roaring truck rudely broke into my fairytale atmosphere, arriving in this place for some unknown reason. I ran towards it, intending to stop it because it was heading right towards my belongings, scattered on the grass. On the way from the ruins to the road, which the dream also created to disrupt my cozy world, I noticed two girls, about ten or twelve years old (a dream without lolis is not a dream), who had come from the side of civilization, represented by a city, and were taking over what a minute ago was part of my endless forest. I thought that I would quickly gather my things, run back to the ruins, where the girls would probably go, and start playing the flute in the hope of attracting their attention. However, this truck, from which some roughly dressed people were already emerging, completely ruined my dream. I ran around it, gathering and gathering my things, which included a bag of seeds, or rather, a bag and separate seeds that needed to be put inside, a knife, another knife, clothes (and for some reason, there was a complete set of spare clothes and underwear), and something else that I don't remember anymore. Half of these things were left here by my dad, who came here with me, after which he left me alone to enjoy nature. And at the end of the dream, my mother appeared, and I really don't like it when she appears in my dreams.

Suddenly I had a dream about Lovecraftian creation, which I haven't read. Also, I think for the first time in my life, I had a dream within a dream.
The only thing further is that I remember almost nothing at all. Just some tiny fragments that I can't really piece together properly. But I'll try.
It seems there was first some kind of ship, and I was walking back and forth on the deck. Then a monster appeared, then a lot happened, and then I woke up (but I'm not sure if that's how it went – maybe I just left the ship and went somewhere else). But I noted somewhere that I shouldn't forget to write later on HeroesWorld about the dream with the Lovecraftian monster.
And then I was doing something IRL, like looking at discs in some store.
Oh, it's a shame I don't remember anything; I slept very soundly.

Sleep, Imaris, sleep, or the Ghoul will come and eat you.

Then it will come to you in a dream.

Today's dream might have been interesting, but it's getting on my nerves. The gist of it was that there exists a parallel fantasy world (like in a cartoon about fairies, but not Winx, another one, a better one). From this world, various grotesque creatures, resembling Orcs, fly into our world and hunt us and my brother. They arrive, capture us, take us to their world, we sit in a dungeon there, then we escape, get back to our world, and it all starts again. The whole dream was about running away from them.