Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

It depends on luck.

How many hours do you sleep per day?

On average, about 6 hours.

During deep sleep, dreams also occur, but no one remembers them at all.

Well, that's what I'm talking about.

I went to bed earlier. At ten o'clock in the evening. I thought I would get a good night's sleep, as I have to get up early. But, of course, I woke up at half-past three in the morning, either from heartburn (I shouldn't have eaten cottage cheese before bed, it's happened twice now), or from something else, it doesn't matter. I dreamed that I was a knight in medieval Europe, in England. And my name was Lord Nebov. So, a group of enemies/opponents/adversaries infiltrated my castle, which was a rather gloomy and somber place. After killing most of the enemies/opponents/adversaries with my men, I ordered them to pursue the rest, and I went to their leader, who had hidden in one of the rooms (I must say, I don't remember the battles themselves, I just remember the fact that someone was fighting someone in the castle). I enter the room, and he is standing there with his sword drawn, waiting for me. He was wearing a helmet, and I politely asked him to remove his headgear so I could see his face, and also because it felt strange in the room. And when he took it off, I immediately lowered my sword. It turned out to be one of my four best school friends, his name is Andrei (wow, we've been together since the first grade, we saw each other a week ago). Not expecting such a surprise, I of course demanded an explanation. He told me that he was from our original reality (I forgot to mention that I ended up in the Middle Ages – either in the past or in another reality – by chance, not by my own will, and I had to adapt there, although I arrived there already as a Lord, or rather, I had been a Lord there all my life, anyway, time travel is time travel). My friend told me that he was a time and space traveler (as was I, actually, only I didn't know about my abilities), and he was apparently looking for me. He also said that a nuclear war had begun in our original reality, and so on, it's not good there, so he left with his abilities. We started talking, he began to ask strange questions, asked something about God, then about lesbians, whether I was against same-sex marriage lol, what nonsense? (In reality, he can ask nonsensical questions too, so I wasn't surprised in my dream). Interestingly, I answered the questions fully consciously, I clearly remember how I formulated my thoughts, I thought in my dream and answered the same way I would in reality. And then he offered to visit our reality, before the war, when we were still in school. The transition to another reality turned out to be an ordinary door in my castle. Although I had never seen it before. Entering it, we found ourselves in a stairwell. On the other side of the door were some people (two people, I think guards, something like that), and there were about five people on the entire staircase. Men and women. I don't remember what they looked like, they seemed to be dressed in business attire, at least the men. They were probably in charge of all these time and space transitions. Going up just one floor, we came to another door, near which stood a guard and a girl. (I never would have thought that one floor up is another reality). My friend approached the guard and showed some kind of document, something like a passport for a time and space traveler. And the girl approached me and asked my name. I proudly replied: "Lord Nebov" (should I change my nickname?). She lowered her head and bowed to me. We went through the door and found ourselves in something like a museum, on the other side of the door there was also a guard, but he didn't check anything. The armor we were wearing turned into ordinary clothes. We walked through the museum and stopped at one of the windows. To my surprise, I saw my best friend there (another of the four). We hugged each other and greeted each other as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. From what I understood, we and Andrei ended up in our reality, probably around 2010-2011, or maybe even in our school days. He started asking questions again. He asked if I was reading anything. I replied that yes, and named the book I was reading in reality (sorry, Tox =/). I named the author and the title, and even how many pages I had read. I also named the book I was going to read after the current one and how many pages it had. I said all this clearly in my dream, just as I would say it in reality. That's when the dream ended. Now I have a mess of alternative realities in my head. Don't eat cottage cheese before bed.

I had another crazy dream today. It started with me taking a nap in the evening after some wild celebrations earlier that day (they were really wild, the kind that have consequences), and instead of waking up in the evening, I woke up in the morning the next day. At first, the dream was a mix of reality, including a classmate who was moving and gave us and our friends a quest to run around warehouses, etc. But then, in the morning, things got really weird.
Basically, in this dream, I was a math teacher in the Third Reich. And who do you think showed up for the lesson? That's right, kids, HITLER. So, he suggested holding a competition for the teachers, where the winner would go to the front to fight in an elite math unit. But I was either a spy or just an outsider, so I didn't really want to go. We and the other teachers were lined up at the blackboard, and each of us took a team of 4 (Jewish?) children, and we were given the task of having our children solve 4 problems of this type:

34+87+56=
14+34+90=
27+67+88=
45+53+32=

And then I panicked and started erasing the symbols from the blackboard so that the children couldn't solve the problems. After doing that, I calmly turned around, and then I heard one of my children say, "I've already solved it." I looked at the blackboard in horror and saw:

34+56 = 90
14+34 = 48
67 = 67
45 = 45

Anyway, I was laughing when I woke up, but it was scary in the dream, lol.
And then Hitler came up to me.
- Who solved it?
- Well, I did...
Then he looked at me, pointed his finger at my chest, and asked:
- And why is it empty here?
And I answered uncertainly:
- Because... there should be a medal here? (lol)
- That's right, son!
So, he awarded me with three gold (Olympic, lol) medals for bravery, and then I woke up. That's what happened.

Even in a deep sleep, dreams occur, but no one remembers them.

I remember some of them in fragments.

AAA Another idiotic dream. Just woke up. I dreamt that I performed surgery on a little girl and I was standing there, seeing her off. I gave the chart to my sister and said, "Okay, let's go to rehabilitation." And the next scene is me sitting next to a car, eating candy, and I get a call saying that they lost the little girl's chart and she's not doing well, and it's a total disaster, find it urgently. And out of nowhere, this matryoshka doll appears. She's this eccentric woman in sunglasses, standing there sunbathing. And she's also eating candy. And I start running around and screaming, "Mom, we urgently need this little girl's chart! Let's go!" And she's just eating and, while chewing, says something like, "We'll make it, let's have some coffee, darling." And aaa, I start eating candy and continue screaming something like, "We're all going to die, darling, die, claws, no, and you're so calm, let's go quickly." x) Candy Yum-yum

Today I had a strange dream, and I'll try to recount it briefly.
It started with me and some combatant making our way through a strange place, resembling an abandoned greenhouse, but it was full of dangers. Vines were hanging down, centipedes were crawling around, there was broken glass everywhere, and even acidic geysers. On top of that, this greenhouse was located on the ruins of a concrete bridge, and in the distance, hell and Israel were burning: volcanoes were erupting, and the sky was covered with sulfurous clouds (the planet Venus?). We moved through the greenhouse very carefully, but then, out of nowhere, a madman ran out and got caught in a trap, but we eventually made it through. My comrade said that he had to sneak further along the bridge, and I stayed on guard with a sniper rifle, watching the zombies below. Nothing seemed amiss until my friend came running back, shouting that we had been spotted, and giant centipedes and monsters made of dark goo were chasing him. They almost caught up with us, but the thing my comrade had stolen turned out to be a teleporter, and we moved to a crowded Omsk embankment and walked along as if nothing had happened.
That's when the most interesting part began. Among the people in the crowd, I noticed ASR with her parents... but not the ASR she is now, a small 13-year-old, with short hair, resembling Leslie, but dressed in casual clothes. I also recognized her parents because I had seen photos of her and her parents when I was interested in the subject. So, naturally, I immediately approached and started talking in English. The first thing I said was:

- Hi, ASR, I'm very glad to see you, and I just want to say how amazing it is....
In general, I also said that she is a wonderful actress. It was very interesting to observe her facial expression - at first, she was surprised, but almost immediately, the emotion changed to annoyance. It's probably really annoying when you're just walking around with your family, and some idiot in his twenties distracts you. In general, she replied:
- Stop, wut? What did you just say? WHY AM I AN ASR? I AM ANNASOPHIA ROBB. That's abusively! What do you want from me!?
- I... I... just want to say that you are a great actress, and I'm sorry if I disappointed you, but ASR...
Again, I realized that I had messed up with that word, and she said something offended in English in response. I asked her to repeat it because I didn't understand, but all I heard in response was "fuck off!"
In general, I was upset and walked away to my friend, and he said that I needed to make amends and apologize, and I ran back to apologize a couple more times, but I messed up because of language difficulties, and in the end, she didn't even want to see me, and she was crying :( Anyway, I gave up on it, and we walked away with my friend, but I still felt bad. Later, I don't remember very well, but I was back in the greenhouse on Venus with a friend from the chemistry department. I think I wanted to show her the acidic geysers, but then I woke up. That's what happened.

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P.S. In general, guys, if you meet Sophia, call her only by her name, otherwise, it's a fail :(

It's almost as if you're dreaming of my dreams, which turn into sad thoughts x)

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I had a few interesting dreams, but unfortunately, I only remembered one.

I called some phone number—some kind of fortune teller—where they told me that I had 17 hours, some amount of seconds (6, I think), and seemingly 26 minutes left to live (the seconds and minutes swapped places, yeah). But I didn't freeze up; instead, I was very happy: I developed a practically manic desire to kill myself as quickly as possible.

But for some reason, my mother found out—she also called that number, the same fortune teller (or whoever it was), and became very upset. Instead of not believing it, she ordered a coffin and started preparing the funeral in general. She even called relatives and friends; acquaintances came and wailed over me. But my sister, it seems, really didn't believe it.

Anyway, the time came to die. I climbed out of the coffin where I was awaiting death and got behind the wheel of some strange little car, like the ones you can drive in Half-Life, only not as sturdy, and continued my tedious wait inside it. For some reason, I was sure that I had to die specifically as a result of some auto accident. By the way, I was in some wild suburban area—greenery and grass all around, the sun shining from the sky. My mother and sister were nearby.

Roughly at the appointed time, the car jerked—on its own, just as I expected—and drove off somewhere. And it started driving heaven knows where and how across this entire area. And I rode along smiling like a psycho. The car flipped over several times, hit something, I was tossed around in there, and... That's it. Nothing happened! I climbed out of the car alive and even unscathed. There was some lake nearby and a pile of scrap metal. My sister was next to me joking about something, and then she and my mother called me to go somewhere. But I couldn't accept defeat, like Kira in the last episode, so I took some wooden stick and hit myself on the head (as if you could kill yourself with that). But I didn't even feel pain, so I took a metal stick and hit myself again. Same thing. In despair, I went after my mother (my dad showed up somewhere too), and along the way, I kept looking for ways to commit suicide.

See, you can't trust fortune tellers!

See, you shouldn't trust fortune tellers!

Are you trying to drive your mother to suicide today?

Yes, that’s exactly how it was.

I don't remember what started it (before that, it was like school :B), but I only remember from the moment when I was visiting someone and was getting ready to go home. Sometimes, a friend of mine would appear and talk about some TV series. Okay, I left, and ended up... back in the game. There was another person with me, and we weren't on very good terms, but the situation was such that we needed to work together to survive. For some reason, I have an image of Sarevok in my mind. Okay, we were climbing over some buildings (maybe he was even stretching like a Hummer, lol), like in some Aladdin movie, and doing other things, and then a level started that was like in Sonic, the one where you see it from behind and you just run forward, collecting coins. So, we were running like that, but the other player was a fox, and he didn't necessarily have to do anything; he could die and reappear. Okay, we passed that level and ended up on a map that reminded us of Total War, but it didn't look like the real world at all (judging by the location of the countries and the terrain). Okay, we were moving across the map, passing by countries, and ended up on a ship, or maybe just passing by one country. I don't remember whose ship it was, but it might have been Scandinavian. So, we wanted to sail to the territory of the Golden Horde. I don't know why, but maybe we thought we could get home from there, I don't know. And as we sailed past the island of Rome, I noticed that one of their cities had rebelled and become neutral. Since that was the case, we could capture it and live there, or maybe it would join us on its own. For some reason, I thought that the ship's crew would help me, and Sarevok could continue sailing to the Golden Horde. While I was pondering the plan, ships from Tirasia (or whatever they were called in the game) appeared, and they were also attacking Rome, but for some reason, they were sailing extra kilometers when they could have landed from the other side. I was glad that they decided not to attack that city, because in that case, we could form an alliance with them and live in peace. That's how the dream ended; I didn't have time to attack.

I tried to draw a map.
Red arrows - our movement (maybe we were walking along the coast on the island of Tirasia. And there were mountains, and when we walked between them, we entered someone's territory and became hostile to an entire country. I don't remember which one).
Yellow - Tirasian ships
Gray stuff - fog. I don't remember what was there very well.
Purple - city to capture
Mongolia - Golden Horde. I just got carried away -_-

I had a dream that something happened to the air, and all people were evacuated underground. Forever. And everyone was saying goodbye to the sky. What a touching dream.

Who was the last person to see Nebk?