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Awesome, to parachute and get a thousand rubles for it.
I agree!

And would you agree to do it for a thousand without a parachute?

You should have suggested this to me in that dream where I was contemplating suicide at my mother's place.)

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I dreamed that my grandfather registered on HW and came to post in Haven. He wrote three posts in a row, I don't know what about, and as soon as I saw it, I immediately got so upset!
His nickname was written as "Ded", and it was also in bold.
But then it turned out that it wasn't my grandfather after all. I looked at his photos (there was some kind of service on HW where you could do that) and came to the conclusion that he just looked like him. And then I came to the conclusion that he didn't look like him at all. But in the photos, there was indeed some old man, although there were also photos from his youth. He served somewhere, but then several photos appeared where he was clearly having a good time.

There was also something about Tox (something in real life or almost in real life), and they were talking about something in Haven with Loken and maybe Arandor (I was just reading posts, and then BAM - Ded showed up). That's the story.

How often do you need to play Heroes of Might and Magic to start dreaming about it?

He appears in my dreams even when I don’t intend to play.

Madness!

They stuck me in some random, awful place to study. There were, I think, seven of us, three of whom were adults – teachers, professors, principals, whatever. And the rest, I don't remember who they were, but there were a few students among them. I'm also a student.
So, our teachers were these backwater, mean people, and I knew it, and suddenly, even to my own surprise, I subverted their system, spat in their faces, and instead of obeying them, I started to control them. I started by lining all six of them up against the wall and asking who was who. Surprisingly, they answered. What happened next, I don't really remember, but the point is, I was being a complete jerk to everyone, and I was urging my classmates to get out of this dump.
But over time, things somehow stabilized, and not in my favor. They started asking us questions about mathematics, and we, including me, started answering. Well, I decided to solve some easy problem for the newbies, I SUBMITTED TO THE SYSTEM, obediently answering the question, and then, I just told everyone to go to hell, packed my things, and got ready to leave. They asked me to give them my dad's phone number, but I didn't remember it, but I did remember my mom's phone number, and I dictated it myself, without asking, saying, "I don't care, call her." I'm still mostly right. And besides, I'm a student,

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, what the

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are they doing putting me in this school dump?

And before that, I had a dream about failing some kind of English exam. In the dream, it was called the Unified State Exam, but what it actually is, I don't know. This exam was terribly important to me for some reason. And no, I wasn't planning to go abroad to study. But I'll have to go abroad to retake it – they said that the retake for all of Europe is in Berlin. Well, I'm getting ready to go, actually. It does mess up my plan to go to Finland for Nightwish, but what can you do? Maybe I won't go to Helsinki, but I definitely won't be going anywhere from Germany now.

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And I also overslept. And I should be leaving now, instead of posting this on HW, but I'll forget otherwise.

I dreamt that I was standing on some street, surrounded by ruined buildings, some of which looked like they had been through a fire. There were only two roads, two paths, two destinies, although fate is actually one thing. Lol. I looked in one direction and saw a horde of corpses slowly approaching me. They were walking so close together that there was no way to get past them. I looked in the other direction, and it was the same mess. I immediately thought, "What the heck? Why live like this?" And then I saw Loc nearby, apparently he was also pondering the situation. Then the dream changed because there was nothing to do here. Maybe just climb into a building.

lol, I had a dream about Ment. It was like I accidentally met him in real life, but we didn't recognize each other at first. He turned out to be a 13-year-old kid, and I couldn't believe it was really Ment. And why I decided it was him – I don't know). Because that kid was acting dumb and was generally annoying, not like our forum's sweetie).

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And he didn't recognize me at all. I left him to go home and write in Skype that it was me, lol.

and again I was flying and transforming into some kind of werewolf. I was saving someone, I guess.

Today was quite the story.
The doctors prescribed some weird thing for me to do, I don't even know what it is. Maybe some kind of examination, I don't know, something like that. So, I decided to go to that woman who used to be my physical therapist in Severomorsk, and we haven't seen each other in two and a half years. I was curious if she would recognize me.
So, I go there, and there are... well, let's just say, people engaging in certain activities.
Oh, wait, the "certain activities" came later, first there were just different people. They came to this place to have sex, sometimes they arranged orgies and stuff. First, there was a guy and a girl, and then two guys showed up and started caressing each other. And I'm just standing there, watching, it's interesting, I won't see anything like that anywhere else. Then some kind of orgy actually started, and these two guys were standing on the sidelines, talking about something. One of them said he wanted to... well, he said it with a curse word in his sleep (they weren't actually having sex, they were just in the prelude stage or something, but they don't want to do it together), and I, like, walk up and say: "Let's do it!" But they didn't want to with me((((
Even the guys didn't want me.
And also, I dreamed that I was creating a thread about Therion in the music section. I guess I should actually do that, otherwise I won't have anywhere to write my report about the October concert.

First, the four of us were hanging out in the neighborhood: me, a friend, an acquaintance, and some new guy we'd supposedly drank with once before; we were cruising in the acquaintance's car. Then the acquaintance went home, and the new guy decided to stop by his place before we continued our walk. He ran ahead, and my friend and I walked leisurely toward him. He lived on some small, eerie industrial island, where merciless waves crashed against the jagged rocky shores. There was no vegetation on the island, but there were piles of infrastructure everywhere, and people walked along slippery pipes to get from one place to another. We reached his house, entered the entrance hall, passed some people, and got into the elevator. The elevator was like something from a base—a small square platform with yellow metal railings. In general, the house resembled some kind of alien colony, like in Doom, for example. We went up to his floor, he came out with his girlfriend, and we set off to explore his island. Fighter jet squadrons were bombing the island's coast, while we were planning to go to the cinema and watch some movie for two hundred and something. We wandered off across the island, but I got curious and decided to follow the guy. He and his girl were standing on some cliff chatting, and nearby, a sniper in a mechanized suit was lying in wait. I lunged at him and destroyed him, then other assassins swarmed in from all sides, and the three of us began fighting them. We were all in mechanized suits. Then the girl transformed into a motorcycle; he hopped on and rode off, and somehow I was flying alongside them. I thought—no way, he's not going to... and that's exactly what happened—to do something (I don't know, steer or adjust the speed), he pressed one breast or the other, which, after the transformation into this vehicle, ended up on top and apparently replaced the handlebars (in that position, they even became larger than usual). A desperate chase with a shootout followed, but we broke out into the center of the island, into the city limits. A canal-river crossed the center of the island; his girlfriend transformed again, this time into some strange metal platform that was submerged end-first in the water, with only one edge remaining above the water level. The guy had disappeared somewhere by then, so I shed the mechanized suit and, wearing only a t-shirt and pants, cruised along the canal on the edge of that platform. Then we shook off the pursuers, she transformed back, and the three of us stepped ashore. Meanwhile, I called my friend and told him what had happened. I said: "You won't believe it—I was cruising down the central canal on that guy's girlfriend." Then the three of us, all in ordinary clothes, entered some small house that "the trail" had led us to. It was already getting dark. The house was sort of an office or a production building; things were scattered everywhere, and there was no one around. I accessed a computer and found out that an alien ship had recently crashed in the vicinity of the island, which was where all the trouble started. But the computer screamed BEWARE OF PILOT! BEWARE OF PILOT! and we realized things were about to get rough. A fly flew into the house; it turned out that the fly was the pilot. For some reason, it started flying around and stinging people (probably with its proboscis, ha-ha), turning them into bloodthirsty killers and erasing their personalities forever. For some reason, it wanted to kill us specifically. We had ordinary towels with us, and we started waving them, trying to swat the fly. In the end, I succeeded. It was sad—killing a sentient pilot from another planet—but the computer explained that humans had used it for their experiments: they would open up a living human's skull and force the fly to lay eggs inside, while pumping the fly full of drugs. Over time, it lost its mind. It seems the fly decided that only we could stop this madness, which is why it led us here. And after our desperate battle, we compared our towels to see who was cooler. The measure was quite simple: whoever had more sweat or dirt won, as that meant they had participated in more adventures. My remnants of the pilot-fly, stuck to the towel, outweighed the others, and I won.

That's the dream I had; absolutely mind-blowing, I loved it.

The dream happened about two years ago. And if I hadn't written it down, I wouldn't remember much.

I descend to the seashore, to a small cove. It's evening, but somehow it's bright. Maybe it was the light from the stars and the moon, or maybe it was the light from the city at night, located two or three kilometers behind the cove. Near the shore, I am met by an old man and a young girl. The old man was dressed in white robes, which hung from his shoulders like a cloak; he had long white hair (it's Gandalf!). The girl was wearing some kind of leather swimsuit, or something like that; she had short hair that covered her ears but didn't reach her shoulders.

These guys greeted me as if they knew me, and I greeted them too, and I think I really did see them in one of my dreams.

Looking at the horizon, I saw that land had appeared there, although at first there was none, or I didn't notice it. It was about five hundred meters away, no more. It turns out the cove was shaped like an elongated semicircle. On one side was the city, and on the opposite side was that land.
It was clear from the dream that, besides me and my two companions, no one else could see this land. Suddenly, we soared upwards and flew there. As we got closer, I could see the buildings located not far from the shore. My attention was drawn to a tall, gray building with a greenish tint (similar to the Necromancer's Castle from Heroes of Might and Magic III, only smaller). Someone called out to me: "We don't need to go there; maybe we should go to another dream."

We headed towards another castle, which was located one building away from the gray castle. It was smaller than the first, built of grayish-brown stone, and had a strange, if I can say so, arched shape. The facade of the building, facing the sea, was covered by a hill. Behind this hill, on the left side of the building, at its corner, were steps leading to a large door.
We climbed these steps and approached the door, which opened by itself, but then began to close, and we ran to get inside before it closed completely. As I ran into the room, I caught a glimpse of a young man; he was dressed like a doorman.

In front of us were three more doors; they, like the first one, were slowly closing. The young man shouted, "Run before they close," and we ran, each into one of the three doors. All three led to one large hall, which was empty, and at the end was another door, located under the ceiling. I flew up and managed to pass through it before it closed, but my companions didn't make it because they couldn't fly. (Apparently, we were flying for the first time thanks to my abilities).

The next room was much larger than the previous ones. From the floor to the ceiling, steel threads were stretched tightly. On them hung many large, wide rings, on which were depicted mysterious drawings.

I barely managed to fly to the end of the large hall without touching the threads. This time, instead of a door, there were small, round windows. I grabbed one of the cornices and decided to rest, but then I heard the young man's voice: "You don't need to fly any further," he said. Looking down, I saw that there were normal doors below. To my right was a large arch with white protrusions. I grabbed them and slid down. There, the doorman and my companions were waiting for me.

The young man explained to me that he was not a doorman, but the owner of this mysterious place, and it was called the "City of Wonders." And the purpose of my arrival was to train my magical skills. I was a magician. And, as it turned out, I could control the air, and my "symbol" was somehow a lion.

We returned to the previous hall. It was actually not empty; there were many tables with various food and drinks. Hearing a strange noise, the owner went to find its source. After a while, strange creatures burst into the hall. Small monsters, no more than half a meter tall, a witch on a broom, and another, but larger, monster (I don't remember exactly what the monsters looked like; something like troll-demons).

They attacked us. All I could do was blow them away with a strong wind (I didn't see what my friends were doing). I managed to blow the uninvited guests into another hall. At that moment, another witch flew in, who was stronger than the first. But a gust of strong wind knocked her off her broom, and she fell to the floor. This made her angry, and she used her magic to lower me and hit me on the floor. My companions were gone, and I was surrounded by two witches and monsters. The second witch said, "You don't have enough strength to resist us," but then the girl ran in and, pushing the witches and monsters aside, said, "Run to the room at the end of the hall." I did as she said, and I had to blow away a couple of monsters along the way.

The room I was directed to was very narrow. Two or three meters wide and ten meters long. In it was the old man, the owner of the castle, and small, monster-sized humanoids (the owner's helpers). They were scared; my companion was wounded in the arm, and blood was flowing. The young man was trying to help him and was worried that his beautiful castle was being destroyed. And then he went to the refrigerator (lol) and took out some kind of bottle and told me to drink it. Without hesitation, I took a few sips and ran back into the hall. The young man shouted after me, "This will enhance your abilities!"

When I ran into the hall, I saw that the girl had already been subdued (she was lying on the floor and not moving), and the large monster and the first witch were standing over her. And then I, feeling the effect of the magical potion, turned into a lion. With a large, shaggy paw, I pushed the large monster aside and slammed the witch into the wall, after which I ran into the hall with the tables. At one of them sat the second witch with the monsters; they were brazenly eating, taking advantage of the moment. I hit the table hard from below, knocking off a piece of it, and a couple of monsters flew into the air; the rest I slammed into the table so hard that splinters flew. The second witch was about to cast a spell, but she didn't have time. I grabbed her by the head with my paws and hit her against the wall several times, and she fell to the floor. The first witch appeared, but she also didn't have time to do anything; I slammed her into the wall again. The attempt of the large monster also ended in failure; he was finally defeated by a powerful blow from a shaggy paw. I woke up.

Goodness, where do you get such amazing stories from? When I wake up, I usually have a lot of emotions and disjointed, psychedelic images that I can barely put together into a logical sequence. Everything is so inconsistent that I can hardly guess the plot. Often, only the atmosphere and the general mood are clear. It's cool, though. You could even make an action movie out of it.

In my dream, dogs attacked me. The main one had wings and extra hands (not entirely sure, but it seemed like hands, not paws). The main one jumped on me and scratched my left side. I woke up and felt the pain. Then it seemed to subside, and I fell back asleep.