Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

A thread about shoplifting is circulating online.

You poor guys, stealing food from stores. Why don't you act like honest and respectable people and pay for what you use?

This is not interesting.

At least it’s honest and fair. Everything is done with good intentions.

I was sitting with two of my classmates at some concert that was taking place in a vacant lot/field. There was a small stage, but no one was on it. Instead of seats, there were many folding chairs, although there weren't many people. I was talking to one of my classmates about how we should go to our school (we both went to the same school). The other one was sitting not next to us, but across the aisle, but he heard everything and gestured for us to go without him. But for some reason, I went alone. Next to the vacant lot/field was a huge park with various trees. At that moment, I met... or rather, two of my former classmates appeared. One of them started picking flowers from the branches of a flowering tree. The other climbed a tree with rowan berries and started picking them. And I, walking under the tree, said that I didn't like rowan berry tea (in reality, I had tried it and didn't like it). After walking through the park, I reached a high and long stone wall (my classmates had caught up with me by that time). Somehow, we ended up behind it and found ourselves on a landing on the n-th floor, in front of a large metal door (opposite which, behind our backs, was another, smaller, and seemingly wooden door, through which we must have entered). Soon, it opened. A young man, about twenty years old, came out with a bunch of keys. He said that we needed to wait a bit before we could go in, and he started twirling the bunch of keys on his finger. They slipped off his finger and would have fallen all the way down if it hadn't been for my quick reflexes and cat-like agility. I quickly caught the bunch and gave it back to the young man. At that moment, it was our turn to go in. Then we remembered that we had left our bags and packages in the park, and a familiar person (I don't remember exactly who) who had appeared out of nowhere went to get them and soon returned. But as soon as she brought our things, the police burst in and ordered everyone not to move, but I didn't listen and ran into the open metal door, and they chased after me. I found myself in a very large school corridor. While running away from the police, I jumped over a long row of wide desks. The thought crossed my mind that I needed to get to the ocean. And I started looking for a signpost. Quickly finding it, I headed towards the ocean. There were many people, including adults. While running away from the police, I created obstacles for them in the form of overturned trash cans, desks, etc. (meaning I overturned them with my hands and feet, not created them with mysterious powers). When I reached the room (with large, transparent plastic/glass panels from floor to ceiling) leading to the ocean, and approached the gap without glass, I saw the ocean. But it was already too far to the ground to swim. (There were probably other reasons, such as predatory fish or cold water, why I didn't jump). It was some kind of GIGANTIC MOVING SCHOOL that had apparently sailed away from the land while I was running away from the police. And I was running away from them because entry to the school grounds was restricted to non-students. And you could study there, almost until old age. Because I saw adults there. With a sense of horror, realizing that it would not be easy to return, I leaned back against the glass and slid down, squatting. Many people were standing and looking through the glass at the receding land. They all wanted to escape. And meanwhile, I was already starting to think about an escape plan. Some students, from grades 9-11, were standing next to me. They said that some of them were also planning to escape and had some ideas...

The ending had a cool idea, though.

For the third time, I go to bed two hours earlier than usual, and I have a meaningful and more or less logical dream.

I had a real nightmare last night. Klov and I were walking around the city when we saw a car with its door open. It was an old car, from the sixties, and it had a steering wheel in the middle. Klov said, "Let's go for a ride." I tried to object, but Klov insisted. Okay, we got in and went for a drive. But it turned out that the car belonged to some terrorists, who took us hostage. Klov and I tried to explain ourselves, and they gave us some stupid task, like preparing some kind of signature dish. Then I remembered the kid who was driving earlier, and I said, "You let kids drive?" They let us go. Then Klov suddenly turned into a girl. In the end, we had to crawl out of some narrow passage, and we had to sing some stupid song to the terrorists, in the style of Comedy Club. I remember something like "Goodbye, Nasray." They had funny names, and I woke up in a good mood.

Did I have big breasts?

I don't know, I didn't notice. Klov, we need to talk in-game. Come online today.

I was in the hospital with relatives, but then I lost them. I walked around with my mother, looking for my brother, and also for my aunt and uncle. The place was clearly awful, and when we entered another door, there was a headless body on the floor. Well, there was a head, but it was scattered around in very small pieces. There was definitely a shotgun involved. For some reason, this corpse turned out to be NEBO, and a few seconds later, a living Nebo appeared, somehow resurrected. Before that, I managed to examine the pieces of the skull and brain. Nebo didn't seem to deny that he had been killed, and now he was using his new life, just like in the games. He said we needed to leave, and we went outside. I thought there would be a car, but this is Nebo. Near the house, there was a small tree to which a flying machine was tied, resembling one of those drawn by Da Vinci. We started climbing the tree, but Kosha climbed out of the window and poured garbage (like they used to pour out of buckets right into the window). She almost hit us, and we had a little argument with her, lol. And after that, I don't remember anything; I must have woken up

and after a few seconds, a living Nebo appeared, somehow resurrected.

Well, he wanted to become a Necromancer, right, Nebo?

But most likely, he used a Soul Stone, I think.

I used the Horcrux.

More accurately, it was a head, but scattered around in very small pieces. There was definitely a shotgun involved here. For some reason, this corpse turned out to be NEBO.

How unexpected.

Well, he wanted to become a necromancer, right, Nebok?

A non-canonical elf necropaladin.

A pleasant dream.
And I dreamt of an elf in a pink dress; I don't remember what we were doing, but it was very canonical, haha.