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and they were also chasing some kind of creature, maybe one that looked like a fish.

I was chasing some scrawny guy in wolf form with my buddies, then I looked for him in London and transformed into a Gur in a monocle to meet him.

Today, all the spammers and my former classmates were in my dream. You were all working on a celebration in my honor, and I was calmly commanding you. Moreover (some of you might like this part), I was an evil and powerful sorcerer (maybe you were too, since we're all part of the same community). During the preparations, you annoyed me, I was extremely dissatisfied with something, and I left, sending you all away. I remember walking past a mirror and seeing myself. I was bigger than I am now, slightly hunched, wearing black clothes and a black cloak. Maybe I had a long mustache and a top hat.
Something like that, but more ominous, larger, and cooler. This picture is more like a caricature.

We, a rather diverse group of people, were in some place, possibly a village. Two conflicting sides emerged: the first were ghost hunters, and the second... I don't know who they were, but they also had some kind of name. I think I was in the second group. And the ghost hunters weren't hunting anyone, because there was no one to hunt, but they had some kind of opinion that they wanted to impose on everyone. In general, they were considered to be local thugs and layabouts, who didn't really have any opinions at all, just a bunch of boors.

The beginning of the dream tells a rather dull, soap opera-like story, about relationships between people and so on. At the end, one of the guys from the second group, possibly my younger brother (whom I don't have in real life), got offended with his family, joined the ghost hunters, and started hanging out with them, drinking beer. He needed to be saved somehow.

There was also another character who didn't belong to either group, and wasn't even a local. Some kind of journalist. He was watching us, asking us questions, and was always cheerful. And then, it seems, he took our side and decided to help us save that guy. Together, we went to the thugs and...
I don't know what happened next; the dream took a completely different turn. And there's a feeling of coherence, that the continuation is actually a continuation of the first part of the dream, even though it's not logically connected. But it's much more interesting.

Someone said that when the first Half-Life was released, back in 1991 (yeah, right, it was released in '98), a strange star appeared in the sky on the day of its release, flew across the sky, and disappeared. At that moment, three million people were playing Half-Life. In '91, yeah. That's the legend that an unknown storyteller told me, somewhere, sometime. And then, in the next moment, I found myself in a crowd of people; it was evening, almost night. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look!" and pointed somewhere in the sky. There was an unusually bright star of some very unusual color, slowly moving from the horizon to the zenith. All the people, including me, turned to it and started watching. But suddenly, this star detached from the sky and began to rapidly approach us. In reality, it turned out to be something not very big, maybe it was some kind of technology. In general, this thing flew up to us, turned into some kind of holographic screen (several times larger than modern home TVs), and... showed an advertisement for cosmetics. It showed it for about two or two and a half minutes, after which it turned into a train and sped away in the opposite direction along some kind of railway that appeared out of nowhere.

Out of the entire crowd, only I ran after the train and even caught up with it before it picked up speed, and climbed onto the roof. There were two people on the roof - a man and a woman. I walked up to them from behind and, for some reason, put my hands on their shoulders. By this time, the slightly speeding train began to approach a cliff. Then, all three of us jumped off it (I just did the same thing as these people and didn't fall behind them), and we jumped forward. Strangely, the train disappeared somewhere, and we didn't get run over by it. And then we ran to the cliff, intending to jump off it too. I trusted these people, and besides, I wanted to learn some secret (I still remembered that what was happening was somehow connected to the game Half-Life; maybe I could meet G-Man!). On the way, the man said something like, "I hope ## didn't betray us," where ## is a name (or nickname) that I forgot :( I remember that it's some kind of funny word starting with the letter M. I also somehow knew that this person had already betrayed them once in a similar situation (did they jump off the cliff and die because of him?), but they still decided to trust him a second time.

While I was flying in the air, I saw what was below me. Below me was a huge grassy field, in the middle of which was a portrait of Gordon Freeman, made of flowers, mostly daisies. We were falling into this portrait. And I knew that if we saw these flowers, the person with the nickname starting with the letter M had betrayed us. Or... or he might still have time to do something at the last moment so that we wouldn't crash to our deaths.

At the moment when we were about to touch the ground, everything turned white. Just a white space. There were no objects or any matter. I didn't know if I had died or if I had reached the place we needed to be. It's a pity that I woke up at that moment. There was a faint feeling of the fall I had just experienced, and my heart was beating a little faster than usual. And I wanted to have a nightmare, to wake up in a cold sweat at night. However, I rarely wake up in such a state with such feelings, as I did today, so thank you for that.

I had a dream that someone shot at me. I was wounded, but I survived. Fools, they think it's that easy to kill me.

Fool, he thinks it's so hard to kill him.

I had a dream about an algebra lesson. The teacher who taught algebra to my class calls my former classmate to the board (I hadn't seen him in four years and didn't remember him; it was just a dream). On the board is the equation: 25x = 10 * 15. It's child's play, nothing special, but suddenly this guy writes that x = 25, and in parentheses, that 25*25 = 1303, and the whole class agrees with him, even the teacher. I, without saying anything, realize that something is wrong and wake up. I couldn't fall back asleep; it was 6:30 AM.

2x2=10

I'm waking up now.

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Wait, OH SHI...

Face the reality!

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September 16, 2010
Today I visited five dragons. They were all different: some were big, some were small, different colors, and so on. But, it seems, they were all kind and cute^^)
I made my way to them through some wild areas: I climbed rocks, made my way through forests, pushing through all sorts of vegetation. I even climbed into caves.
The last dragon lived either in a mansion or a villa. I found him sleeping. He looked like some kind of hybrid from Koshi's drawings that I used to look at before going to bed. Green, it seems, with small fairy-like wings.
Before entering his territory, I found some kind of inscription (perhaps there were similar ones at the other dragons, or different inscriptions, I don't remember for sure). At the bottom (I read it from bottom to top) were the names of the other four dragons, and at the top was some nonsense. Its approximate meaning was that this dragon envied his four friends, he thought that they had everything better than him. A similar situation was with the other flying lizards. In general, there were four criteria described. I don't remember them at all. The first one was: "they have better girlfriends" O_O
These girls were probably stolen princesses) And this particular dragon, lol, had a ten-year-old girl:D There were four of them (what is it, this number again) running around the mansion, one of them was "dragon-like".

There was also something else, some nonsense about Harry Potter, about how I returned to Severomorsk, and maybe about something else.

I didn't post such a dream in the topic!

I had a dream that I was looking on HeroesWorld for somewhere to complain about moderator Arandor's irresponsibility and have him removed from his position.
Perhaps I should actually do that.

I'll second that, I'm "FOR" it.

I dreamt that I got a job, but I didn't know where or what it was. On my first day, I was about twenty-five minutes late, and for ten of those minutes, I stood at the entrance, lost in thought. The restaurant (as it turned out, I was hired at a restaurant) opened relatively early – at nine in the morning. I put on a tired, sleepy face and went inside. Inside, it was just a typical restaurant. No one scolded me for being late. There was one "boss" in a black jacket and two young waiters in white shirts. And me, skinny and thin, showed up in a colorful t-shirt. However, I didn't get a reprimand for that either. I was upset when I realized I would be a waiter, because it meant dealing with people, memorizing a lot of things, and trying not to be gloomy. Then, another kid appeared, a couple of years younger than me, full of energy, and the boss offered us some "stuff." Well, I'm not stupid enough to refuse a freebie, so I decided to try it. In the dream, the drug looked like round, black discs, about the size of two five-ruble coins. I took one, refusing the rest, while the kid immediately took several and even grabbed some for later. As for me, nothing happened at all during the day. Soon, people started showing up, which was strange for such an early hour. We divided up the tables, and I said I would take the one over there, with the two grandmothers. Actually, they weren't grandmothers, but two women around 45-55 years old. I didn't bring them a menu – there wasn't one in the dream, it was just implied. I went over to them after five minutes of doing nothing and asked if they were ready to order. They were ready, but I wasn't ready to take the order; I didn't even have a notepad in my hand. I took it out of a bag that somehow appeared on me, and I started frantically flipping through it, looking for blank pages, but there were almost none left. All this time, I was desperately apologizing and asking them to wait. And then, the woman started dictating her order, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. I didn't even know the menu, and there were a lot of unfamiliar words, and she was just mumbling something. And she had even written down her entire order on a piece of paper, which I stared at without being able to identify the dish, even from her handwriting. In short, I still didn't understand what we were doing, but I ended up lying on a bed not far from their table. And I knew that I absolutely had to go back to them and finish taking the order, but I didn't want to; I just wanted to give up and go home. I came up with a wildly ingenious excuse for why I was lying there – I was consulting with knowledgeable people. And suddenly, the silly excuse became reality – the bed started moving vertically upwards, towards the ceiling, and up there, black people were giving advice to hapless waiters. One of them said something to me, after which I quickly stood up and went down in the same elevator and went to my table. Surprisingly, the "grandmothers" didn't care that they had been sitting without a waiter for ten minutes, and they continued to dictate their order as if nothing had happened. I wrote everything down (what the woman was saying in an incomprehensible way turned out to be some kind of "corners"), wrote down the order of her neighbor, and went to give the paper to the boss. However, it turned out that I had to give it to another girl. The other girl was strange. She was sitting in some kind of special corridor with some kind of gases, and she was breathing in another gas from a special device on the wall. I asked her three short questions, and she gave me even shorter answers with gestures. I don't remember the first question, the second was – is it harmful for me to be in this room with the gas (maybe I should breathe through the device too) – she shook her head, meaning it wasn't harmful, and the third – can she even breathe the air here, in response to which she demonstrated that she could. But it turned out that I didn't have to give the paper to her, but to some woman who came out from around the corner. I got rid of the paper and started aimlessly wandering around the restaurant, sometimes going to my table and reassuring the customers that "everything will be ready soon." The cooks were in another building across the street, which I had to get to via a suspension bridge. That's basically it.

Why do you have such strange dreams?
Watch a good movie before you go to sleep...

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