Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

It's funny, I had a dream that Locken had a dream. And Locken wrote it down here in the thread. However, I saw the dream as if it were my own.
The gist is this: all people suddenly gained the ability to instantly bring any of their desires to life (for example, I wanted a Bentley, so I went outside, and there it was, a Bentley). But only a few realized that they had become gods.
So, I was riding my bike somewhere, and I wanted to accelerate to a high speed. So I did, and I accelerated. I wanted to fly, so I flew. I saw our city below me. But it wasn't a city, but some tiny village, crammed into a rectangular fence, and around it – nothing (apparently, a desert). The houses are small, low, and seem to be all made of metal. Now I would say that it looks more like some kind of base.
While I was flying, I had the thought that someone would now want to destroy the world or do something very destructive, and that desire would immediately come true. But I still didn't know what to do about it and how to stop it (although now I do, haha), so I just flew around the city on my bike a couple of times and started to descend. I also noticed how the sound changed: while I was up high, I only heard the wind in my ears; the lower I got, the more I heard the noise of the city. I also thought then that it was too detailed to be a dream, but it was still a dream (that's why I'm aware that I'm sleeping in all my dreams?).

(for example, I suddenly wanted a Bentley, so I went outside and there it was, a Bentley)

obviously

I remembered that I had a dream about something today. I should write it down, otherwise I'll forget.

My old friend, whom I haven't seen in a long time, and I are driving in a car with a convertible top across some desolate plain. Not entirely desolate, there were bushes and grass, but no trees. Something like this, like in American movies. Instead of a regular dashboard, there's an "extended" one, like in an airplane. My friend is driving, and I'm in the passenger seat. And we're both looking for, but can't find, the button that controls "saving" )) I even suggested looking in the "settings." So, we probably didn't go anywhere, because I don't remember anything else.

Another dream was about me being a literature teacher in an American middle school. I would come to the children and talk to them in English. This time, we were analyzing a passage from some poem, and then we watched a movie about it. They were good kids.

I arrived at a theater in another city, but they were updating the interior via fire, so I headed to the hotel that was somehow attached to it. I'm standing there in the corridor, rummaging through my bags. A girl passes by, a little blonde in black, starts talking; I grin, we chat. And I have two bottles of 777 nemiroff or something like that; she asks if there's an extra one? I say there is, so we can share it (alco-gopnik mode). Then she vanished, a second girl walked down the corridor, also fair-haired, but already in white. We talked too, cracked some jokes. Then she also vanished and a third one appeared, a brunette this time. And again with the little jokes and insane pickup skills 666. Then somehow they all appeared and shifted to the periphery of perception, and a guy arrived, a head taller than me with chubby cheeks. He started crowing about something, talking familiarly to the first girl—it was obvious he knew her, but he was a jerk, looked like some kind of schoolboy—he had a specific blazer under his jacket. Well, I didn't care; I'd almost found what I was looking for in my bag. I think he was blond too. And he had a glass of milk in his hand, quite a bit of white color, probably Belarus. It felt like they all lived in the hotel or were some kind of "city kids." And there he is, standing and crowing, then suddenly starts acting tough with me, like, who even am I, what am I doing here, that I don't belong here, that I'm from a rich family—what is he rambling about? Totally incomprehensible. Talking to such losers is beneath me; he pissed me off, so I lightly tilted the glass of milk in his hand and he spilled it on himself. His friend had rolled up a couple of minutes before; at first, he tried to lead him away, looking like a more decent guy, lamenting "what have you done!", while this one just flew into a rage, got all worked up and puffed out, started approaching—well, of course, getting stained with milk is a disgrace. And I didn't understand what other outcome his friend could possibly expect under such conditions, so I slammed him in the windpipe. He started bringing his hands to his face, and I snapped my index finger out on my palm and just wanted to wiggle it to see how he would shake along with it, but he broke. And somehow he immediately shriveled up completely; it became unpleasant, a total disappointment. Then I returned to the bag, finally took out the item, and said goodbye to the girls. And I felt myself dissolving into the air.
And in the next room lay an elderly woman of eighty years, the owner of the hotel, trying to fall asleep. On my way to the corridor, for some reason, I tried to steal her pillow, then returned it. I thought that I needed it.

What a dreamer.

Here are your omegabaguettes.

I had this dream a long time ago. I just remembered it now and decided to write about it. Basically, I dreamed about demons. They were standing near some kind of altar, and all around was just darkness. For some reason, I thought that they only craved one thing – power. It was like a voice inside me said it. Then everything disappeared. For some reason, the first thing I thought was that it was about our government.

Some unknown forces sent me to a place, a district, where there were only warehouses, for everything imaginable. They were arranged like houses in a city. A long row of warehouses, and opposite it, another one. And so they formed streets. The warehouses were different in size. I was there in the form of a spirit, a phantom, an astral projection. Einstein stood next to me (apparently, They brought him back from the past), and in front of us, with his arms folded behind his back and looking at the sky, stood Hitler. Einstein and I stood and watched the workers loading/unloading boxes from/to the warehouse. Meanwhile, Albert was telling me something about greatness, SELF-DEVELOPMENT, the progress of the human personality, the human mind. Something like this:

Man is part of a whole that we call the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from everything else in the world, which is a kind of optical illusion. This illusion has become a prison for us, limiting us to the world of our own desires and attachment to a narrow circle of people close to us. Our task is to break free from this prison by expanding the sphere of our participation to every living being, to the whole world, in all its splendor. No one will be able to complete this task completely, but even the attempts to achieve this goal are part of the liberation and the basis for inner confidence.

After that, we listened to some guy who came out to the workers. He was probably the director of the warehouses, or something like that. He said that by year n, only smart, highly intelligent people would be able to have a good job. And everyone else would work in garbage recycling plants (apparently, by that time there would be so much garbage that it would be necessary to build many such plants) for meager wages. We continued to listen to him and shook our heads. Then I said that all this would happen in 2045. Einstein, putting his hand on my shoulder, said once more about the importance of developing intelligence, and went through a "spatial door." And Hitler continued to stand with his back to me. But then he turned around, came up, and silently shook my hand, and went into the same door. After that, I became real again, not a phantom. And then some armed guys attacked me (by that time the workers and the director had already left). They opened fire on me from automatic weapons. The scoundrels were driving in a car. Trying to take cover from the shooting, I ran into one of the warehouses. There were many wooden boxes that were stacked on top of each other, like in Half-Life. Some other guys were hiding with me there. They were kind of like my friends. Suddenly, these psychos drove up in a car and started shooting again. I lay on the ground, covering my head with my hands. My friends did the same, and we were showered with debris from the wooden boxes. The boxes were empty. I didn't like that, and I decided to act. Using some of my powers, I turned the attackers into children. And when they drove up again, I, hiding behind a stone square column and having prepared some metal throwing discs in advance, neutralized them all one by one. Then the action moved to a high-rise building, with large and spacious offices, where I and my companions were shot at again, this time by other bandits. But this time I just started catching the bullets with my hands, literally catching them. And then I started stopping them x). After somehow getting rid of the aggressors, I transformed myself (using my mysterious powers) into a healthy, muscular, dark-skinned man x))), with a tie and in a business suit. By the way, the skin was not very dark, a little darker than that of mulattoes. After doing this, I went to the elevators, which were at the end of the building. As I approached, I noticed that two burly guys, even bigger than me, entered one of the elevators. They pressed the button, and the elevator doors began to close. Realizing that I wouldn't make it in time, I stopped the doors with the power of my mind, pushed them open, and entered the elevator. There was a mirror, and I saw myself. I had a slightly graying beard and a shaved head x))). After descending to the first floor, to the buffet/canteen, I approached some round table. There were many different people, and on the table was a whole bunch of chocolate products. Apparently, these people knew me, invited me to the table, and offered me to taste the confectioners' creations. I didn't refuse and ate a very delicious chocolate bar. I woke up at half-past four in the morning and immediately wrote everything down on paper. And I did the right thing, because during the day the memories faded greatly.

Turned the attackers into schoolchildren.

Dreams are always good if they include Hitler, haha. It turned out to be dynamic, it seems like it wasn't a lucid dream.

Killed the children! Killed the children. Killed, killed the children!

Didn't kill, but neutralized. At worst, he maimed.

I put it in the corner.

If a creature is killed, it will be neutralized. Therefore, in the worst-case scenario, killing it is the right thing to do.

Hitler shook my hand.

disabled (maimed) children.

That's how it all begins: :smile04: