Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had a dream that I was fighting in Syria against ISIS. It was quite interesting.

Initially, I read it as being “on the side” rather than “against.”

Pitiful infidels have no place in ISIS.

I had a dream about children, around 6-7 years old, being forced to lift weights and then fight each other. There was some cruel Terminator who was feeding them cakes. Then, some guy ran in and started throwing cakes around, and the Terminator said, "we need a more significant amount of cakes." What a stupid dream.

To be honest, I had a whole bunch of dreams. I've forgotten most of them, but I remember one episode: I enter some room to see a guy about some business. And in his room, there's a dog on a leash, looking very, very angry, like some kind of Doberman with disproportionately huge yellow eyes (now that I think about it, those eyes remind me of Bill from GF). And it growls, just growls, as if it doesn't care that I came with its owner. Then it starts clicking its mouth very quickly, like some kind of Pac-Man, and immediately attacks my bag. I turned to the owner and asked him to calm the dog down, and he said that everything was fine, the dog doesn't bite.
-- But it's chewing on my bag! -- I said in despair.
Meanwhile, the dog chewed on the bag and somehow, sideways, in its Pac-Man style, headed towards my fingers, which I had already mentally said goodbye to. At that moment, the dog started to seem more like a Yorkshire Terrier than a Doberman. It reached my fingers and... I didn't feel any pain because it wasn't biting them. It continued to click its mouth, but it was just... Scratching its teeth against my fingers. Well, as if they were a toothbrush. Its teeth were also like those of some beavers or capybaras, large and not sharp, slightly curved. And it was rubbing them against my fingers for some reason. A creepy dog. Then, in its Pac-Man style, it stopped bothering my fingers and went to the owner to perform the same ritual, but the owner was busy with some papers and he shooed it away (with great irritation, I must say).
Anyway, it's okay, I sometimes have more interesting dreams, but it was still fun...

Generally, I rarely have dreams, or rather, I rarely remember them, but today I had a vivid dream and I remember it. It all started with Dark Jack hacking the forum and deleting all the moderators and coordinators, and then he started hacking accounts and spamming the threads. We gathered in a chat and discussed for a long time what to do with him, that only the Creator could help us, and so on. Then, on the main page of the forum, a message appeared saying that the Creator's account had been deleted, with a laughing smiley at the end of the message. And then we started saying goodbye, as if the forum was shutting down, and that was it. Arandor also wrote that he wouldn't give up so easily. I don't remember how it ended, but the ending was sad, that's for sure. Either the forum was simply deleted, or everyone lost access to it. That's what happened.

Either the forum was simply deleted, or everyone lost access to it.

Was I the only one wasting time grinding for combat spirit and messages for eight years...?

more precisely, I rarely remember them

So you sleep well.

Arandor also wrote that he won't give up so easily.

How accurately my character was portrayed.
idea for a new fanfic

Prophetic dream.

I wanted to write not about a dream, but about a certain peculiarity of my dreams that I've noticed several times. It involves the elevators in multi-story buildings: in my dreams, they operate in an unusual way, instead of vertical movement, they perform diagonal movement. Moreover, the horizontal movement is stronger than the vertical one. It looks funny. In general, if you collect many such details, it becomes very interesting: it turns out that on a subconscious level, a person perceives reality completely differently than on a conscious level, which is reflected in dreams. For example, the author of a topic on Habr (or Geektimes?) about lucid dreaming noted in an article that electronic clocks behave unusually in dreams. They don't show the time, but some gibberish, and the author called this one of the best ways to check if you're asleep. That's how it is.

I had a dream about the start of a race on some strange maps...

I had an interesting fantasy dream. It was like a story from an expedition. I was some kind of mage, traveling through the world, and I stopped at an inn for the night, renting a room. I was sitting on the bed, thinking to myself, and was just about to go to sleep. Then I heard voices outside the door. Someone started knocking. I ignored it. But the knocking became more insistent. I had to get up and open the door. Before that, I peeked through the gap between the doorframe and the door and saw an orcish woman. It was clear that she wasn't alone and that this was some kind of setup. I opened the door, and she pointed in a direction and said something like, "Look, my friend wants to talk to you." And there, in the corridor, was a huge orc, with several of his friends standing about five meters behind him. They wanted to jump me. But I, without even blinking, cast some kind of spell. The first orc disappeared (it was like I used some kind of teleportation spell that sent him several tens of kilometers away). The orcish woman got scared and shouted at the other orcs to run and beat me up/kill me. I cast that spell again, and all of her friends disappeared. Then I grabbed her by the arm, and she resisted, but I easily dragged the orcish woman into the room and laid her on the bed (apparently, I had leveled up the mage's strength). After that, I started tickling her, haha (well, why not? She asked for it). So, I was tickling her, and then the alarm clock went off. That's what happened.

I see you're interested in something a little out of the ordinary.

It's not the Haven that interests them with such unusual entertainment. It's the Obena that interests them...

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Right now, you are communicating with Olam Havel, if you need anything.

Tickling? So that’s what it’s called now.