Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I don't remember exactly, but I need to leave a note. Basically, I was a French gendarme in Omsk, and special agents were spying on me. Well, they realized that I had exposed them, and they chased me into a theater, but you can't shoot there. So, I picked up two girls at the entrance (lol), explained the situation to them. Then, I sat in the third row, the agents in the fourth, and the girls sat behind them, giving the agents relaxing massages. One of them fell asleep, and the other was clever and sat in the first row. But then, other gendarmes from Richelieu helped us; they invited him to participate in some kind of miniature performance, and we slipped away in the confusion. After that, we ran around Omsk, and it was fun, but I don't remember why anymore. That's all.

For the second time this week, I dreamt that I had long hair. It was so silky and smooth.

About a year or a year and a half ago, you complained in some thread that you shaved your hair and now can't headbang like in a Slayer video. Why haven't you grown your hair back in that time? It looks so silky and smooth.

because it's not very flattering, and long hair is generally preferred by girls who aren't particularly attractive. lol.

because it's not very pretty, and long hair is mostly liked by girls who aren't very pretty. lol.

He called Klov a not very pretty girl.

but it makes sense. He likes himself, that's why he's letting his hair grow.

I don't like myself. I just dislike myself less with long hair than without it.

Why didn't you grow your hair out during that time?

I didn't want to.

Today I dreamt that I could transform into a white revenant. I was being chased by some bad guys. Trying to escape, I stand on the windowsill, jump, and transform while falling, completing the transformation just before hitting the ground and then soar upwards. I don't remember the rest of the plot.

human-rhubarb

And long hair is mostly liked by girls who aren't very pretty. lol.

I like long hair on guys. lol


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Dream... Dream... Dream! You've been waiting. My conscience got to me, and I dreamed that I was tuning a string. I bought it, I'm sitting here, fiddling with it. And I'm humming the note "E". Then I tune it, and suddenly, bam, it plays the note "E". And I'm thinking, "It can't be, can it really be that easy?" Then I forget, I start playing, and it, to my annoyance, plays something completely off-key. I try humming the note "E" again, tuning it. Thinking, "Maybe I need to tune it an octave higher." And then, click, and it's out of tune again, just like me. I checked my microblog, the string broke on August 2, 2011. So, it turns out I haven't picked up a guitar since then. Awful Mona. The second dream, or maybe the tenth, was in some kind of room at a convention. It looked like a picture of "homeless people in a library." We were eating and sleeping there, lying on the floor, and all that. Well, and reading. And all the writers there were somehow fictional. The gist was, "the more books you read, the cooler you are." I read a lot of books and argued with everyone. And then one "homeless person" said to me: "Have you read Baran?" (Baran, you know). I said, "I probably have, I couldn't have missed him." And he pulls out a book and shoves it in my face: "POEMS!" I said, "Oh, I've read it, of course, but not to the end, I didn't really like it." He said, "You didn't finish reading Baran? How can you leave it halfway through?" (and I always finish books). So, he shamed me, it was a terrible dream. And then I went to a nice "homeless person" where we read books on a marine theme. Why are all the dreams so idiotic? Well, not all of them. Most of them.

I had many dreams, including one where I was at some kind of concert, with different people performing, and then some kind of KVN team. At the end, they started asking the audience various non-humorous questions, and the audience answered. When they asked what the first word in Nightwish's song Amaranth was, I felt down because I couldn't remember. I couldn't even remember the song itself, only the chorus, so I had to replay the song in my head from the beginning until the moment when Anette sings the first word, "Baptized." This was a stupid dream, and I don't really want to describe it in detail, although I could. Another dream was funnier (although it seems to have been inside that stupid dream with the concert). I was in some kind of music video by a Russian pop group, where two beautiful girls were singing. I was somewhere in the middle of... a forest? Well, let's say it was a forest. And "somewhere" was a rectangular piece of civilization made of concrete, on which I stood and looked at the girls, who were slightly below me. However, the girls were on both sides, so I ran from one to the other. But at the end of the video, they both entered my "civilization" and started approaching me from both sides, then they almost pressed against me, and I felt their cute, soft hair on me, and then... Damn, the alarm clock! So I told it to go away and closed my eyes to finish the dream and feel the soft hair of the cute girls for a little longer. And that thing about Nightwish was like after the dream about the cute girls. I slept through that alarm clock, which was also the last of three. I overslept by fifteen minutes, but still.

I had a dream that a classmate was taking money from three other students... well, you get the idea. The funny thing is, I don't know these three, but the main character actually exists. I'd say it happened in a classroom, but the presence of my bathroom, toilet, and kitchen makes that impossible :D

I would say it was in a dormitory, but the presence of my bathroom, toilet, and kitchen doesn't allow for that.

It was a Tatar dormitory.

simply combining the office and home, because people needed a place to do the work they were paid for.

The first dream was about the X-Men. I was one of them. My abilities were the same as Iceberg's, but I wasn't really him.
In one of their bases, Omega Red was imprisoned. And, of course, he managed to escape from his prison and started beating everyone up to get out, because his cell was deep underground. On his way, he neutralized some weak mutants, whose names I don't remember, but when he reached the exit, he ran into me and someone else, Cyclops, I think, or maybe it was Wolverine.
During the battle, I managed to freeze him, turning him into a huge block of ice. And then he somehow miraculously managed to unfreeze himself. I don't remember, it was all so blurry and unclear, which is a shame, because the plot was quite interesting.

The second dream was about a football match between someone and someone else. I think I was playing too, and the referee made a bad call, and we lost. Everyone was very unhappy, including the fans. But the point isn't the match. After the match, they organized some kind of rally, and someone in a loud voice asked the crowd to follow him to a monument of someone. Well, I didn't go with them, of course. I went to another monument, to the monument of Stalin. It was not far from the football stadium, in the park.
The monument was the size of an ordinary person. Stalin had a pipe in his mouth, which he held with his right hand, and he was wearing a peaked cap on his head, and he was winking with his left eye. Next to him was a monument of either Engels, or Marx, or Lenin, the same size. I looked at Stalin and went back to the stadium. There were cars in the park, and as I walked past one of them, with dark tinted windows, I saw my reflection. I was wearing a black business suit, without a tie or bow tie, and a pink shirt. That's where the dream ended.