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In that colony you fled from? But you did flee.

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I will, of course, try to get from Florence in the 15th century to your colony in the 21st, but I can't guarantee success. Let's rather have you come to me. It's nice here. The city is beautiful.

But I keep dreaming about dungeons, tunnels, passages, underwater depths, swamps, and dark forests. Once, I was bitten by a whale. And I was swimming in its digestive tract.

Under Florence, there are dungeons with various tombs; you can explore them.

Yes, yes, I convinced him.
=)

And then we'll go outside, and I'll show you the city! ^_^

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I'm running a poll to decide what poll to create on the topic, to replace the one Arko broke. Amko says that you can't just delete a poll, you have to change it.

You don't speak ill of the dead. But there are some living people who deserve it.

They certainly do.

The best death. Painless and not frightening.

Omega dreams.

Imaris, listen to what I saw.

I was in a really creepy, student dormitory, which wasn't actually a dormitory. And suddenly, I needed to leave urgently because I had the feeling that some Alexander Somiatin was chasing me, and if I missed my flight, he would catch me. There were also some girls there, and they kept talking about the history of the building we were in. Something about the occupation period, that it had been standing there since then... whether it was built by Germans or Poles.
And I was also riding the elevator up and down, then up again. It was cool. And when I got out, I shouted at the security guards to call for reinforcements and arrest Alexander Somiatin. They asked what Alexander Somiatin I was talking about. Well, the one who's chasing me, I said. And they shrugged and said that he wasn't a murderer, but just Alexander, who apparently came to my birthday.
Then I still left, but for some reason, when I arrived at another place, I ended up in the same dormitory, and someone whispered in my ear about Poles, Germans, and the occupation.

It wasn't a dream! See, another bad dream. I need to search for Alexander Somiatin online.
Is that you, by any chance?

Psychics are hunting the werewolf :с
No, it wasn't me, although in Florence (as well as in the Holy Land three hundred years earlier), I was actually doing just that – searching for specific people and killing them.

And yes, I didn't succeed x( I didn't have any dreams, firstly, and secondly, I woke up at half-past four because of nausea, and I almost threw up.

They shot at me, but don’t worry, I survived. Although it was painful.

My classmates and I snuck into some kind of airplane at the airfield. A passenger plane. And no one noticed us. We walked through it, did something in different places, and basically gave ourselves a tour. Then we stole it and flew away. None of us knew how to fly, but we somehow managed. I even said something like, "Now we're criminals, we stole a plane, they'll arrest us when we, uh, land." We circled Moscow a couple of times and eventually returned. By the way, for some reason, Moscow was surrounded by mountains, and I thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to fly beyond them. No one noticed us. I landed the plane in some unknown place, and not very smoothly. It seems it was some kind of park. And also, the plane stopped almost immediately, as if it were a helicopter. I got out of the plane riding a horse. Yes, there was a saddled horse in the plane, a brown one, cute and obedient, and I, who had never ridden a horse before, managed it just as well as I managed the controls and buttons in the plane. So, I ride out, and there are some people nearby practicing fencing. Sports fencing. They're wearing these ugly sports outfits, but in different colors (besides white, there were definitely green, and a few other colors). And then I ride up on my horse. One of the fencers approaches me and says that the gravity manipulation classes are held further down. (Further down? We're already in the middle of a flat area; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to land my plane.) I said, "Thanks, but I don't need it, I'm not with you, I'm going to leave." And I left. By the way, I often noticed during this dream a tendency to analyze what was happening and even somehow adjusted the dream to fit logic. (Yeah, it's noticeable.) For example, like in this case with the location. My sick logic was as follows: airplanes land at airfields, airfields are flat, so there is no higher point or lower point. Therefore, the fencer's statement that gravity alteration classes (he said something like that, but I don't remember exactly) are held further down is incorrect. The idea of an underground location didn't occur to me at that time, for example. And I didn't think about why there was a park with colorful fencers who could change the laws of physics to suit their needs at the airfield. Then there was something unclear about some game on my tablet, which doesn't exist. It was called Unreal Tournament 2, but we know that such a game doesn't exist.

I had a dream that my brother and I could travel to another world. It was similar to how Raziel could move from the real world to the spirit world. Didn't he do that? Well, that's what it was like. We were fighting some creatures or just running around.

It seems like it was called Unreal Tournament 2, but we know that such a game doesn't exist.

Why not? It does exist.

Есть Unreal, Unreal Tournament, Unreal Tournament 2003, Unreal Tournament 2004, Unreal II, Unreal Tournament 3.
Но Unreal Tournament 2 нет.

Есть ещё Planet Escape: Tournament

Tounnament

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