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I can do a lot of things. I am basically all-powerful. Arko told me

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Now Arko appeared in my dream. :D
He started playing WoW and fell out of favor with some influential guys. The influential guys found him in real life, tied him up, and wanted something from him. Tied-up Arandor and the influential guys were somehow in my house.
So, I waited for the influential guys to leave so I could free Arandor. They tied him up and put him under a rug along with some money. I don't know whose it is, maybe it's stolen, but it definitely doesn't belong to Arandor. Then the influential guys left.
During all this, the influential guys were talking about something, and from their voices, I understood that two of them were dumb kids, level thirteen or fourteen, and one was young, I don't know how old, maybe twenty to twenty-five.
Anyway, the influential guys went into another room, and I took Arandor and the money (there wasn't much, only a couple of thousand) from under the rug and dragged them into yet another room. There are many bookshelves there, so I hid the money in one of the books and Arandor in another. :D I don't know what happened next in that story. The action shifted to a different direction.
I was standing in the living room and making a bed for some guest, also a kid (I don't know who he could be), and his mother was hanging around. There was also a large TV in the living room, which isn't actually there, and they were showing "The Lord of the Rings." They were showing it because I had a player with speakers in the corner of the living room, and the soundtrack was playing. If the randomizer had played a different song, they probably would have been showing a music video for it, if there was one.
And that's what they were showing. First, someone from the human warriors treacherously killed someone else, it looked like they slit their throat, and then, some time later, it was discovered in the barracks. When they poked the person and asked for his opinion, he didn't move or answer. I wonder how he even got to the barracks. :D That was "The Lord of the Rings."
I think I played Chivalry too much last night.
There was something else that happened in my apartment, but I don't remember.

You left.

:D

We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.

We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
We're having a meal with a clown in the corridor.
Arandor - tomato.

It all starts with this (actually, it seems to me that everything started with another dream about a couple over a single item, but that's not interesting, it's just like real life), where I am with my relatives (Mother, father and his friend, aunt, grandmother, and grandfather) walking toward some factory located not far from our house, gathering snow with ladles for my grandfather and his friends so they could have a snowball fight x)) It turns out my grandfather worked at this factory his whole life and just like that, he walked to work very close to home (in the dream this seems like an indisputable fact, but somewhere here doubts crept in that something was wrong). We find ourselves at wrought-iron gates; a chain with a lock is hanging on them, but the chain is long and the gates can be opened enough for a person to pass through (my grandfather had already climbed over the fence), which is what my father's friend did. Grandpa opened something, water started flowing, and everyone jumped onto the fence to avoid getting their feet wet, since it's winter. At that moment the scenery changes; we find ourselves behind this factory? A large square, heavily covered in snow, huge snowdrifts. The square is adjacent to the factory, which has now become large, tall, and gray (it was gray before too). We decide to go home; some schoolchildren pass by. Here, changes occur again: next to me are no longer relatives, but my friend (who exists in reality), but of course, this raised no questions for me. He said something to me, I don't remember; I walked past a metal pipe supporting the roof of some market stall (it's a market now) and instead of him, two other friends appeared (who exist in reality). I was already walking with them, and once again, some schoolchildren were coming toward us. I throw pieces of ice under one's feet so he slips and falls, then I try to trip him, but he dodges everything and doesn't fall. Then one of my friends trips me, and as I'm almost falling, I manage to grab onto the second one. He says, "What are you doing?" as he almost pulled me down with him. Curtain.

The action takes place in a small room (a prison cell?). Again, one of my friends (who exists in reality) and some "guys." In this room, there is a wooden-metal construction of an unclear shape; we decide to do some pull-ups. But my friend says the bar here is bad and we won't do it (instead of a bar, there was a wide wooden beam, or something like that). He and I fussed around, rigged something out of this construction, and a proper bar appeared. We started doing pull-ups. The room increased slightly in size. Some girls arrived, about five of them; I knew three (they exist in reality). They started congratulating us on something (there was an episode with some butterflies, toy hedgehogs and rabbits?, I didn't understand anything), but we told them to get lost, saying they were interfering with the pull-ups x) Curtain.
P.S. I was wearing a tight checkered shirt))

I find myself in a ruined museum? A long but not very narrow corridor, peeling walls, exhibits are missing, the wooden floor is broken in places, and some wooden windows have no glass. I approach one of these windows, open it, and start doing pull-ups on it x)) After the fifteenth rep, it's usually not very easy, but in the dream, it felt like the first one; I was even happy, "cool, I should 'hit the bars' more often," I thought in the dream. Something distracts me, and I move from the corridor into a large hall. It is empty; there is a bench with a girl I don't know sitting on it, smiling at me, and some children are running around, but I go further and see that in the next hall, which is smaller and narrower, my friend (I think the one I was originally doing pull-ups with) is playing football with the children. I wanted to join them, but I hadn't finished my pull-ups! I walk back at a brisk pace to that corridor with the windows, and suddenly a small ball hits me in the back (a glitch/spawn). Curtain.

Now nothing is clear. I'm running through some rooms. I run into one with a red door, open it, and there is a small chamber with a royal interior and armor on a pedestal. Something happens, it's as if I'm reloading the level; I run through similar rooms again, see what seems to be the same door, enter it again—the same chamber, but now there's a man with a goatee, dressed like a conquistador, aiming an antique pistol at me x))) I run away from him, to the floor above, but there were no stairs or elevator. From the upper floor, like from a balcony, I see him and climb up one more floor. There stands a pedestal with the red-and-white clothes of an executioner-jester. I put them on to disguise myself from him. I go down, now via stairs, but end up in another room where a pile of junk is heaped, some old clothes in bags. A girl is hiding in the junk; she offers me small change so that I save her from the conquistador x)) I agree and lead her to the room where the clothes were. Now it's something like a prison cell, bars, and a bunch of women asking to be freed. Unable to take it, I wake up. Curtain.

P.S. It's interesting how the brain randomly selects people you haven't seen, heard from, or thought about in a long time and inserts them into your dream. And the scenery—sometimes the environment is fully visible and clear even in detail, but sometimes they are blurred, incomplete textures, clipping into each other.

(Mother, father, and his friend, aunt, grandmother, and grandfather)
friend, aunt, grandmother, and grandfather

Wow, I had a brain fart; I initially thought the friend was the father's aunt, grandmother, and grandfather :D

First, my family and I were sitting together at a table, and some Father Frost was with us. But this gathering in a kitchen I didn't recognize smoothly transitioned into some kind of concert in a small hall. In the dream, I called it a concert, even though there was no stage and nobody was performing. Some kind of metal I didn't know was just playing loudly, and it was random—the bands kept changing.
Meanwhile, some kind of chaos broke out in our "concert hall." Everyone split into reds and blues (oh, shit, I need to play fewer deathmatches) and started doing something. I don't know, maybe it actually was some kind of deathmatch, because respawns seemed to be a thing. The main point was that everyone (oh yeah, once the concert started, there were a hundred-thousand times more people than just our family) was having fun.
Anyway, at some point, one of these happy people started talking some nonsense about prisoners and team affiliation—I don't remember exactly what, but the gist was that our team (I think I was the same color as him, and I believe it was blue) took girls (only girls) from the other team and locked them in some kind of cage that the opponent wasn't allowed to approach. And the girls were just huddling there and giggling.
This cage was located somewhere up high. Our little hall, which was basically the size of a large room, had some kind of cabinets or something along the edges that you could climb using a ladder. I climbed one of those ladders to go look at the cage. I got all the way up, but I have no idea how you're actually supposed to get onto the cabinet itself; I don't understand how people (let alone a cage with people standing vertically at full height) fit in there, because even a scrawny guy like me couldn't fit while crouching. I would have had to crawl. I also remember hitting the whitewash with the top of my head and feeling unpleasant, thinking my hair was about to turn white. And then my phone rang.
I managed to settle in there somehow; it was even comfortable. Mona was calling, although the screen said it was Grandpa. There it is again—some concert and phone calls with Mona x) I let her listen to some pumping metal that was playing for us, told her where I was currently located, and we talked about something else, I don't remember what, though for some reason we were silent for most of the time. And we were smiling x) Well, I was sure she was smiling there too.
And then the concert ended. The phone call didn't have any end at all; I didn't dream it.
All the people dispersed, and it was just me, my family, and Father Frost in the tiny kitchen again. Then I climbed up somewhere again (on the cabinets, but this time without a ladder, since the ceiling had become four times lower) for sugar, and the sugar there was in the form of some yellow pills. Like, one pill had a ton of sugar. And I asked my mom how much I should put in so as not to make it too sweet. We established a very weak equivalence—one pill equals one spoon.
And that's basically it.
Oh, wait. When I was climbing the cabinets for sugar, I could have climbed via a blue carpet on the right, or a red one on the left. And this wasn't team division anymore, but suddenly the colors of Father Frost. After all, he sometimes has the canonical red clothes, and sometimes that cold blue one. I climbed via the red color, although I usually like blue Father Frosts more (since they're rare).
Also, at the very beginning, there was some cat. And my mom started her stories again about how cats are generally cute, but they have litter boxes, something else, some nonsense—basically, she said a lot of hate towards cats and ended with the statement that she would never get a cat.
And we had a cat, ginger, from who knows where. I think some acquaintances left it with us.

Added after 22 hours 50 minutes
Damn, I remembered the dream perfectly after it ended, but now almost nothing is left.
Anyway, I had some problem, and to get help solving it, I wanted to reach out to the HW guys. First, I went to someone, maybe just to HW, maybe to someone specific, I don't remember a thing anymore. Then I went to Toxinushka. I remembered that he has a thread "Toxinushka's Shelter"—actually, in IRL it's his reality show, not a shelter at all. But I typed the word "tox" into the browser address bar and entered that thread, or rather, the place where Tox lives. And in my dream, he lived in some solitude in snow-covered hills with his non-existent younger sister and was pulling her on a sled.
Anyway, I appeared somewhere in this cold and saw the sled. There were no people around. I started pushing the sled along a track that it hadn't actually traveled yet, pushed it to the top of a small hill, and saw Tox's sister behind it. Tox himself wasn't nearby.
That's it, I didn't dream anything further x(

But the most epic dream was before all of this. In that dream, I had to... have sex with pigs!
Basically, me and some guy are sitting in a building entrance, and for some reason he got us some pigs, and we penetrated them vaginally. Right there, in the entrance x)
And we also walked along the house with pigs on spears.
And various people approached me and said, "Yuck, you have a pig on a spear" x) Although I knew that they did it too. The thing is, in that dream, there was a little world where it was customary to have sex with pigs and it was considered normal. Only I didn't know about it before x)

Here we go again – some concert and phone calls with Mona.

Everything revolves around the concert and the phone call with Mona! =)

You could have called Therion or Ensiferum and told them that I was at the concert.

But the most epic dream was the one before all of this. In that dream, I had to... have sex with pigs!
So, we were sitting in the hallway with this guy, and for some reason, he got us some pigs, and we were doing it vaginally. Right there, in the hallway, lol.
And we were also walking along the building with the pigs on spears.
And people kept coming up to me and saying, "Ew, you have a pig on a spear, lol." But I knew that they were doing it too. The thing is, in that dream, there was this world where it was normal to have sex with pigs, and I just didn't know about it before, lol.

Grandpa was somewhere around here, but he must have left. Although, even without him, everything is clear here.

Grandfather? What grandfather?

Bearded and with a cigar.

And what does the bearded old man with a cigar have to do with it?

Forget it.

I will never forget this. It is deeply ingrained in my memory and will haunt me until the end of my life.
Please, oh Heaven, free me from these oppressive thoughts, reveal the Truth to me!

1,000,000,000,000 gold.