Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

the last time I was with a woman

Stop being such a monk.

Here, the abbot stands nearby and tells me not to listen to the sinner Mortulus, and that I won't be saved.

I had an epic fantasy dream filled with intrigue, conspiracies, murders, betrayals, and revenge, as well as dark and light elves (!!!11). I don't remember the plot or any specific events. But I do remember that the dream was awesome. There was another dream, this time about escaping from prison (not fantasy). It was also awesome, and I don't remember the plot either. I remember individual events and characters, but I won't describe them.

It’s not the first time I’ve had uninteresting situations and events in my dreams, inspired by my subconscious, or by what I was thinking about shortly before falling asleep, or during the day. Not dreams, but just nonsense.

I don't know if it's related to Yashur, but I dreamt of evil dinosaurs today. They were literally called evil dinosaurs. And also, all sorts of science fiction. I guess it will be included in my world.)

So, here's what happened. I came to some kind of mansion to get a job watering flowers. They explained something to me, but I didn't understand a thing about how to do it. I see some nerds sitting at computers. I grabbed a wrench, walked up to one of them, and started hitting him on the head. He didn't even flinch and said something like, "Don't hit me." Okay. I walked up to another one, a smaller guy, and whacked him on the head with a hammer. It took two tries, but I got him. He went to complain, saying that I hit him on the head with a hammer, blood was flowing, and some white stuff was coming out. That's when I started to realize that I had messed up and needed to teleport away.

Basically, that's it.

A lightweight version of GTA.

Yes, yes, San Andreas, girls in a car for 50 bucks, and one creepy girlfriend.

It seems I was a cat. I was catching fish in some cunning cave lake. There were tons of fish there, and the water was beautiful and clear. So I caught them with my hands (or paws?). And I even bragged that I caught them without a fishing rod. It was about 800 grams, I think it was a pike.
Then I left the cave, and a white shark, about two meters long, swam along the river (about 10 centimeters deep, a very shallow river, almost a stream). The thought flashed through my mind that I left the cave just in time, otherwise it would be difficult to catch the shark with my hands. Especially if you're a cat.
And then I was catching sparrows. They were making fun of me! I don't remember how, but it was very annoying. I even tried to prove to them that I wasn't catching them just for fun, but because they were very nasty, harmful, and had a cruel sense of humor. Unlike mice. Mice are great, that's why I don't catch them.
Well, in general, I did catch one or two sparrows and treated them cruelly. It's a good thing it was a dream and I was a cat, otherwise I would have thought that I had some particularly sadistic tendencies.
That's the story.

I had a rather curious dream. I am on a street in my city that I know very well. I'm standing near a barbershop that I've just exited (in reality, there is no barbershop there). I stand there for a bit, then start moving, but I find myself at the end of the street, though I was in the middle before. In the dream, naturally, I didn't pay attention to this and just headed toward home. I'm about to cross the road, bypassing a kiosk next to it (which doesn't exist there in reality), and people have gathered near the kiosk—not for goods, but for a funeral. In the kiosk window, instead of a seller, you can see a priest performing a funeral service. The coffin wasn't visible; it seemed the gathered people were blocking it. I went around the kiosk and crossed the road (in an unauthorized spot); while crossing, I had that feeling that often happens in dreams when you're running but can't seem to get away—essentially running in place—but I did manage to cross. I'm walking toward home (and all this time it was evening, dark, and the street was lit by lamps) and suddenly the light of the lamps disappears where I need to go. I look ahead and see the light of the last working lamp, and beyond that is impenetrable DARKNESS. I wouldn't say I was frozen by a terrifying fear, but on a scale of 10, I'd rate it a 6. There was nothing else to do, so I headed into the darkness, but I took only a couple of steps and stopped. A howling wind blew, the trees ahead, lit by the last lamp, began to shake, the foliage rustled, and a black cat ran across the road. I turned around and walked back toward the light. A father and his daughter, about six years old, passed by me toward the darkness; she seemed to be singing some little song. But I need to get home, and to do that, I must pass the dark section. The thought flashed through my mind to go to a friend's house, who lives not far from that street (just as in reality). And I probably would have done so, but the dream's scenery changed abruptly.

Now I am already at the funeral of my great-grandfather (who in reality died 12 years ago), moving the coffin with a relative. In the process, the relative jokes about how I'm friends with the mafia and it's better not to mess with me h))) (I'm not friends with anyone, lol). This is happening not at a cemetery, but in broad daylight at the beginning of that street. We are moving the coffin into a structure made of rebar with an arch, overgrown with plants. Inside are other relatives (I remember them all well, but there's no point in listing them). And the great-grandfather is (which is very funny, though it wasn't funny in the dream, of course) in a Wolverine costume! Yes, yes, in that very yellow costume h)))))). But the costume is kind of strange. It looked as if it were sewn from foil. My grandmother says that I should get married only in this costume and no other (), mother disagrees, saying it doesn't fit and I need a normal one. I say something about it being too small for me, and grandpa says we'll resew it, don't worry. Everyone starts standing behind the coffin to take a photo. And I start buttoning my shirt (under the shirt is a Slayer t-shirt, which I actually own in reality). Father starts saying, "Hurry up, everyone's waiting," I ignore him and keep buttoning. And so I've buttoned it, and everyone is standing behind the coffin waiting to be photographed by a photographer who isn't there. Then one of the relatives realizes that no one is photographing us and asks a family friend to do it (a specific person who exists in reality). And somewhere around there, I woke up. Now, LET'S DECODE MY DREAM ACCORDING TO FREUD! The street I was walking along is my life. The first funeral is the funeral of the present. The darkness ahead is the future, which I don't have x) or it's in darkness. I turn around and return to the light—a clear desire to return to the past. Then, the funeral of my great-grandfather in a costume unusual for funerals—the funeral of my past, obviously. All the relatives want to bury my past, and leave me a bad costume, and a resewn one at that. Resewn by them. Not only do they want to take away the past, but they also mock me by leaving a pathetic part remade as they see fit. There. Mr. Freud chews his cigar, takes a puff, shakes his head, and writes something in his notebook. Outside the window, crows are cawing (in reality).

I had a dream that a spider, about the size of a kitten, was chasing me around the apartment...

But why is he following you, and not the other way around?

Well, that's just how it happened...

I dreamt that I was a superhero. I could fly and slow down time (it's not the first time, by the way; I have this ability in my dreams, and I like it). So, there's a bunch of superheroes standing in some large glass building. They've locked us all in there... Well, I start taking action. I slow down time, almost stopping it completely, so that everyone around me stands still like statues. Then I grab Spider-Man and use his legs to smash the glass covering the roof. It didn't work on the first try (it was strong glass), but I broke it. I take Spider-Man and go to punish them. Outside, there's a group of villainous bugs, about ten of them. I attack them with Spider-Man, and we start beating them up. The villains don't even understand what's happening; everything is too fast for them. At first, their faces show a desire to severely deal with the culprit, but since their gaze can't focus on me, and their colleagues are flying around the field like leaves in the wind, the expression on their faces changes to horror. They raise a leg to try to escape, but it's too late... Spider-Man proved to be excellent; I couldn't have found a better weapon. However, at some point, I decided that I needed to let Spider-Man rest and stopped using him. Instead, I took Captain America...

I wonder, does playing as the Factions stimulate dreams of this kind, or did you decide to play as the Factions after another dream?