Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

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I wandered around the construction site, drank vodka mixed with beer with the workers, and then somehow ended up in a detention center. I talked to the inmates; one of them was given a sentence of "twenty years plus forty" for, according to him, a "god complex" – he invented some creatures and believed in their reality. But you don't get imprisoned for that; most likely, he killed someone and cooked them for food. When I was offered two options: a "regular" zone or a "restricted" one, I somehow chose the latter.

That’s right, I sensed a trick.

A succubus visited. She conjured lustful dreams. Very realistic ones. Oh, that subconscious...

Who did he share a meal with?

With two familiar girls.

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We still haven't finished reading "Critique of Pure Reason" :(

With two of them, even? Well done.

What do you choose: heavenly pleasures or hellish pain?

I chose the latter.

Correct, you sensed the trick.

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. Even with gore :3

I was in Moscow on some business, and as I was getting ready to head home, I saw that a Guns N' Roses concert was happening nearby. So, I went, thinking, why not, and the ticket only cost a couple of hundred rubles. I called Mona, who somehow lived in Default City, and said, "Mona, where are you? Your favorite band is playing a concert, you must be somewhere in the crowd, right?" She said it wasn't Guns N' Roses, but some other band with a similar name, a Russian band, and I had gotten it all mixed up, but she was still going to come. And she did. The band members turned out to be her friends, so we went backstage. (The band was playing on stage and also sitting backstage, drinking tea, haha).
Then I went up on stage to the drummer. The drum kit was on the stage, but the drummer was somehow sitting outside of it and playing. I either imagined it or actually sat down in his place and tried to play something. And something fell on the floor, maybe a drumstick, so I continued playing with one hand (I had to hit with both hands at the same time at a crazy speed!), and with the other hand, I reached down to feel for the object on the floor.
Then we went somewhere else and, like, flew. Or maybe we didn't fly. Or maybe it was like we were flying, but we weren't really flying, but somehow we were. Or maybe it didn't happen at all, and I just made it all up.

Before that, I had Zak Tell, the leader and vocalist of Clawfinger, at my house (an incredibly large house, I don't actually have a house like that). He turned out to be some kind of nerdy and quiet guy (although he probably wasn't really like that). I tried to ask him some questions in English, and he answered me in Russian, even without an accent, but I still spoke in English.
I asked him when the new album would be released, and he said it was already out. I pretended to be shocked, saying I didn't even know, and I felt a little embarrassed that I wasn't a big fan (but I'm really not a fan of that band at all!).
And he also helped me fix the plumbing. o.o

Awesome. Did you see Slash when he decided that it was G&R? I only really liked them in their old lineup.
And I don't remember if I dreamed about G&R. I dreamed about Nightwish, Jäger, and Slash separately, shredding on the guitar.
But still, it's cool.

I don't know anyone in the band, and I don't even know what Slash looks like, and I generally don't know much about Guns N' Roses.

But still, it's cool. Slash,

I only remember that the attacker was bald. Well, not completely bald, but with a very short haircut – this is in my dream, of course.

An orphanage, a child, tears, an evil woman, sand arrows, golems, a plan to escape. That's what I dreamed about today.

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