Posts from Dreams.

What did you consume before going to sleep?
I also want to have good dreams.

I remember very little from the dream, and the memories are vanishing faster than I can type them out.

I recall something about some kind of scandal with my mother. She trolled me in a strange way: she got into my laptop, opened some Microsoft Office program, and started typing some incomprehensible code, from which I caught the word—NetHack. Then she went onto the internet and started posting something related to it somewhere. She opened a gazillion sites and was doing who-knows-what, but every time, I saw the word NetHack. (In reality, NetHack is a very famous roguelike RPG, but in the dream, I didn't know that.)

For some reason, her actions infuriated me incredibly; throughout her work, I was frantically asking what she was doing and why, trying to take the laptop away, and eventually, I did take it and kicked my mother out of the room. (It was a bedroom in a Moscow house.) After that, I realized it would have been more logical to be curious about what she was hacking, maybe to learn something.

What also surprises me is my mother's strange behavior—she did all this with a look on her face as if she really wanted to troll me; moreover, it was obvious she expected this reaction from me, and furthermore, after eating her fill, she left quite content, instead of responding to my scandal with one of her own and causing a nuclear explosion in the house, as usually happens.

Anyway, she left, and I sat down to close the tabs. I closed and closed them, then shut down the browser. Then I realized that I should have studied what she had been doing there, and I opened it back up. I saw a tab for some website (I don't know what site, but I somehow knew it was some browser game), and the address bar said: [site name]/StatsHack or something like that, I don't remember exactly. And there was some pretty modest statistics about the site—the number of user visits, some other things, and so on. No more than a dozen numbers in total. (Amazing hack, uh-huh). And then some information entered my brain—I have absolutely no idea by which sensory organ, whether I read it, heard it, or guessed it intuitively—that the creators of this game are in a panic because some of their very important stats were leaked, now no one will play this game, and someone is advising them to shut down the project entirely.

I also remember an iron next to the laptop. I was sitting on the bed, the laptop in front of me, and the iron, plugged into the socket, was sitting right on the bedsheet. I realize that it's been there for about twenty minutes; I pick it up—it starts hissing wildly and hisses more and more; I pull it out of the socket—it hissed even more; anyway, I don't know what I ended up doing with it, but I got rid of it.

The next scene takes place in the same room a bit later. I am lying on some bunk bed that appeared out of nowhere, on the top bunk. (Actually, in the room in that spot, there is a wardrobe), I'm watching TV, and in my hands, I have several dolls that belong to my non-existent loli cousin. These dolls seemed handmade and were very cute. Each had its own clothes, which were simply put over the doll, regardless of what kind of clothes they were. Without them, the dolls were in underwear. Two of the dolls in clothes looked completely stupid, but another one was a cutie—she was dressed as a witch. If you take the clothes off, you can see long disheveled hair (strange that it's not red, but seemingly blonde), and if you put the clothes on, for some reason, the hair is not visible. Or maybe there was other hair that was part of the clothing.

In short, I was undressing and dressing these dolls; there were a few more nearby that I hadn't even looked at, only intended to. And then my uncle wakes up. As it turns out, he was in the room and his bed was also in some awkward place—where the dressing table stood (or was supposed to stand), and it should have taken up the entire passage to the balcony. The first thing he did was turn down the TV—it was on and "The Simpsons" were playing. Then we greeted each other; I was somewhat shocked and asked if he had really been here all this time. I didn't even notice. Well, sorry that it happened that way. Listen, we were making so much noise here, screaming (we, yeah, that was me, mom trolled silently), didn't you wake up? No, no, what are you talking about, I sleep soundly, I only just woke up now, everything's fine. Listen, do you know that our non-existent youngest daughter, aka your non-existent cousin, has a birthday today? We're thinking of going to the zoo now, and then somewhere else. And I reply with some dull platitude that we should ask where Nastya herself would like to go... oh, no, Tanya... oh, it's Nastya after all... What is my non-existent younger cousin's name? She doesn't have one because she doesn't exist in nature, and the dream didn't come up with a name for her for me.

I leave the room, and it's already full of guests. I walk past them and go somewhere, I see some random familiar face. When I walked back, I met him in the corridor and didn't say hello. Then I walked somewhere else in the apartment (which, by the way, stopped being our Moscow one as soon as I left the bedroom and turned into who-knows-what); at the transition from one room to another, some face-controller asked for my last name. I see, he said, one of the "soapy" ones, and let me inside. "Soapy" meant someone of the same circle, a namesake, as I knew in the dream.

That's basically it, it got boring, too many humans, I never saw the loli, so my standard defensive reaction to boredom kicked in—I woke up.

Imariska is playing with dolls.

Uh-huh. They’re cute!

Today I dreamt of Wystry and Vegtham, but I don't remember the details. It seems like Vis and I were working as lifeguards on a river, and he noticed a suspicious object in the telescope (strangely enough, on the river). I swam over to it. As it turned out, it was just a log. While I was examining it, Veg swam by on his back, as if nothing was happening, and asked what I was doing. I said that I was assigned to deliver an important cargo, which was inside the log, lol. I woke up. But something much funnier happened one early morning. My mom woke up early and went to print documents in the room where I was sleeping. As a result, she woke me up to a state of semi-sleep, when you're asleep but aware that you're dreaming. And I realized, without opening my eyes, that I was lying in my room, and NEXT TO THE PRINTER, A HUGE PILE OF HEADCRABS WAS RUMMAGING AROUND. I JUMPED OUT OF BED, THREW A PILLOW, OVERTURNED A CHAIR AND A BICYCLE, RAN TO THE KITCHEN, GRABBED A KNIFE, AND SCREAMED WILDLY, AAAAA, DON'T COME NEAR, SATAN!!!!!111 My parents were afraid to enter my room for a whole week after that.

Cool, I need to remember this, I'll use it to drive invaders out of my room later.

AND RIGHT NEXT TO THE PRINTER, A HUGE PILE OF HEADCRABS IS PILING UP.

I have a mount under my pillow, just for such occasions.

The main thing is not to confuse the locals with the invaders.

Yes, that’s true; people can say all sorts of things when they’re half-asleep.

I dreamt that I woke up in a car, in the back seat, hugging a guitar case with the inscription "Julia," and a black friend was sitting in the front, frantically looking around, driving away from a chase. And he had a gun in his hand. I remember saying, "I'll help you now," and suddenly I start climbing into the guitar case. I ask if he's ready, and he replies, "Everything's ready!" A weapon appears in my hand, and I shout, "I'm going to shoot at their tires!" and aim at the window.
Drug addiction.

I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but I clearly remember the rest.

So, Amka and I were driving somewhere. He had just been given a Zaporozhets, and he was extremely unhappy that he had to drive this piece of junk (he was behind the wheel), while I sat next to him and teased him about it. Someone else was sitting in the back, but they didn't say anything and were generally an unnecessary character.

We arrived somewhere. I saw some aggressive guy driving someone's car away, saying that they shouldn't park near his kiosk. He drove the car away, and we decided to take a different route so he wouldn't notice us.

At some point in the dream, Amka and the car disappeared, as if they had never been there. I was on the opposite street from where the incident with that jerk had taken place. I knew that there was some epic bridge nearby, and that it was a well-known place, but I didn't know what the bridge was, what the street was, or anything else.

So, I was walking around, and then the owner of the kiosk appeared in my field of vision on the other side of the road, shouting something about his kiosk at some girl or woman, and then he started beating her. First with his hands and feet, then he somehow got a chain (the kind used to block cars from driving onto the sidewalk) and started hitting her with it. Strangely, none of the people standing nearby, including me, even thought to help the woman and go beat up the guy.

Instead, everyone had the idea to call the police afterward. I dialed "01" for the first time in my life (yes, in the dream, for some reason, 01 is the police. Although, I've never dialed 02 or 03 either). Interestingly, they first dictated the name of the street I was on at that moment, so that I could tell the operator (it's unclear why, because if they could determine my location, they would have just done so instead of wasting time telling me about it). I didn't hear anything, that is, I didn't understand what they were mumbling, so I hung up and called again to hear it (well, I need to say where I am, I don't know). And at the same time, I was trying to make out the name of the street and the house number on one of the buildings on the opposite street, but I couldn't see it. By the way, there were a lot of people around that sign - apparently, the others were also calling the police.

The second time, an operator answered me right away, some girl. I calmly explained to her what had just happened and that it had happened on a certain street - on this one or that one, I don't know, I can't see the name. She understood everything and said that they would be there soon.

I stood there, waiting for the police, but no one came. A woman approached me - she looked battered, with a huge bruise on her face and blood. Well, I figured out that she was the victim. I suggested calling an ambulance, but she said no.

And it wasn't even a woman - it was almost an old woman, she looked to be in her fifties or sixties. It's unclear how she survived.

Then she started asking me some strange and unnecessary questions that old women like to ask - where I was from, something about school, and so on. I answered. And then police cars rushed past with a loud roar and sirens, turning onto that street around the corner. A lot of time had passed, and that guy could have already run away ten times.

And we, with the victim, crossed to the other side and went to look for the kiosk of that idiot. I thought he was somewhere nearby, but we actually had to turn the corner, like the police did. So we went there.

By the way, if when Amka and I first arrived at this place, it was evening - sunset, and there was still some light, now it was pitch dark. I noticed this after I woke up.

Then the mysticism, fantasy, and craziness begin.

So, we turned the corner. The scene changed - there was a dense forest on both sides of the road, and there were no police or criminals in sight. But there were some strange, flickering blue things. At first, I thought they were the police, but police don't grow on the side of the road like plants. We didn't know what these things were, and they made me a little nervous.

Then I went alone. The road wasn't very long, and it ended at some small lake. There was a hippopotamus in the lake. It seems that this hippopotamus was the criminal. And he was somehow angry and aggressive. I kept running around him, and he probably wanted to eat or kill me.

It turned out that I ran right to the edge of the lake and was shocked by what I saw - there were two dinosaurs swimming there, and some other creature, I don't remember who. A rhinoceros, that's it. For some reason, I thought that they should help me defeat the hippopotamus. Then I jumped on the hippopotamus's back and somehow grabbed onto him, and he tried to shake me off - unsuccessfully. (He just had to lie on his back to turn me into a pancake.) Well, unfortunately, that's where it ended, and the battle was never finished, and the winner is unknown.

I'll add that this lake was sometimes a lake and sometimes a bathroom, and the dinosaurs were, accordingly, swimming in the bathroom. I don't know how they fit in there, but they did.

And at the very end, I squeezed a pimple out of my nose that was almost the size of my eyeball.

Why do you keep dreaming about Amko? Are you in love with him or something?

Clay Mixer, though.

And at the very end, I squeezed a pimple out of my nose that was almost the size of an eyeball.

The ending was amusing.