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Cats have conquered the world!

It was a dream. A strange dream. We were running away as a group from a monk in Fukushima, who refused to leave the contaminated area.

I had a strange dream. I don't remember it very well, but first there was a heavy snowfall, and then spring came and it became hot. I remember clearly that I was buying chocolate ice cream, but it was served as a sandwich on slices of sliced bread...

Cement clouds.
I left the house and stepped onto the dimly lit area illuminated by the flickering streetlights. I cast a tired glance at the sky, which was covered with heavy, burgundy-red clouds, and at the last rays of the setting sun, after which I confidently walked along the road. Somewhere to my left, a busy highway was bustling, cars were whizzing by, creating a strange dance of all colors and shades.
I was sure that the bluish outlines of a huge stadium, hidden in the evening shadows, were visible ahead. "I wonder when they managed to build it?" I thought, but I quickened my pace, intending to reach the building before nightfall. As I crossed another busy intersection, I bumped into an old man walking two dogs, it seemed to be a golden retriever in a beautiful green collar and an English bulldog.
Cement clouds.
Looking at my destination, I realized that I was late: darkness was rapidly approaching from all sides, enveloping everything in an impenetrable shroud of gloomy fog. Behind me, I heard the distant voices of people, and listening to them, I realized that I could not distinguish the words of their foreign dialect. "How strange!" I thought.
Intending to return home, I decided to take a shortcut and, having reached another intersection, I boldly turned right and set off along a long alley, shrouded in impenetrable darkness. A barely visible sandy path meandered between the towering trees, and the hum of cars gradually gave way to the cool rustle of the summer breeze. "How warm it is today!" I thought, taking off my winter jacket. A couple of minutes later, I realized that the jacket was no longer with me. "Too bad, where could I have lost it?" This strange thought kept bothering me, but I no longer wanted to go back.
Cement clouds.
Following the barely discernible path, I went further into the dark forest, which loomed ahead as an insurmountable, gloomy wall. Somewhere nearby, there should be the desired turn, but the foggy night made it impossible to see anything beyond a few steps. Behind the rows of trees, the outlines of a forest road appeared, along which silent trucks loaded with felled timber occasionally passed.
Suddenly, I noticed vague outlines of approaching figures ahead. "I wonder who they could be?" I thought with some fear, but I continued on my way. A few moments later, I met the old man and his dogs again. "What are they still doing here?" I wondered. "Do you happen to have a flashlight?" An unexpected question reached my ears. "In this world, you can't find the right way without a flashlight. And I left mine at home," the old man continued.
Cement clouds.
I wanted to answer him, but I realized that I would hardly be able to utter a word: the veil of this sweet dream seemed too weak to me. So I just nodded to him and took out my cell phone from my pocket. "Damn android, why is everything so inconvenient here!" I thought, trying hard to remember how to launch the right application and activate the backlight. "On an iPhone, everything is much simpler!"
Continuing to discuss the advantages of one or another model of mobile devices, I eventually managed to turn on the light. "Hopefully, it won't run out of battery!" I thought. The night fog dissipated, and, following the old man with his silent dogs, we reached a deserted mountain road, confidently heading upwards. Along the way, we had some casual conversations, and he allowed me to pet his dogs, who turned out to be very friendly. In particular, I remember the smooth fur of the retriever and the look of his green dog eyes, so sincere and full of kindness.
Cement clouds.
Finally, we reached the embankment, illuminated by the bright light of streetlights. Ahead, the first outlines of high-rise buildings, awakening from their night's sleep, appeared. The first rays of the sun broke through the thick veil of gloomy clouds, filling the world with crimson colors. We continued on our way, enjoying the beautiful sunrise and the shimmering reflections on the calm waters of the wide river, and ahead I finally saw.
I saw cement clouds.
Whole pieces of asphalt, concrete slabs, and walls of houses, under some incredible pressure, were boiling, melting, and flowing to the ground, forming murky, swampy puddles of gray shades. This boiling mass then began to swell, forming huge bubbles, which subsequently burst with characteristic sounds. Under the force of incredible pressure, the remnants of the boiling resin evaporated, forming whole streams of grayish air, rapidly turning into a gaseous state. The dark, impenetrable clouds then rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting strange reflections and shadows on the ground.
Soon, many people gathered on the embankment. On the faces of the unknown people, in their incomprehensible phrases, there was no fear or despair: on the contrary, they were sincerely happy with what was happening and enjoyed what they saw. Some of them held their hands under the streams of boiling metal and cement, others made lumps out of the swampy mass and threw them at each other, conveying an atmosphere filled with happiness and joy, for many miles around. "Isn't this dangerous?" I thought, watching this scene, and then realized that in this world, perhaps, everything is different.
"Cement clouds." - a distant voice of the old man, leading the dogs home, reached my ears. Then came a happy bark, which soon mixed with the cries of the jubilant crowd. And I just stood and watched, unable to take my eyes off the strange picture unfolding before me, and then confidently walked across the collapsing bridge, intending to return home on time.
I woke up from contemplating beautiful dreams and found myself in complete darkness again. Outside the window, I could barely hear the gusts of a powerful northern wind, trying to penetrate the room. And it became so warm and pleasant in my soul, as it had not been for a long time.
"What a wonderful dream," I thought. "It's a pity that in a couple of minutes I will never be able to remember its details. I would like to write about it in a thread on the forum." - making a last effort, I reached out with my heavy hand to the table and vaguely felt the outlines of a notebook and a pencil. With my last strength, I opened a random page and, before plunging back into the realm of Morpheus, I managed to write down only two words.
Cement clouds.

Awesome, Heroist, I think you've set a new standard in translating your dreams onto paper. Although, it also depends on remembering the details, which I, for example, am much worse at. No, I didn't even express it correctly... The point is that what you see isn't actually difficult to reproduce if you replay it in your head after waking up. The only problem is that the dreams themselves are not very detailed; the brain doesn't work well in dreams and simply doesn't think about anything other than the objects that are directly interesting to it.

Interesting, but lonely. You can write long stories based on dreams ;)

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The thing is, what you see isn't actually that hard to recreate if you replay it in your head after waking up. The problem is that dreams themselves lack detail; the brain doesn't work well in dreams and simply doesn't think about anything other than objects that are directly interesting to it.

When replaying the dream, the brain adds details that weren't actually there. When replaying it again, it might even be a completely "different" dream. It's a strange feature, just like how dreams are often quickly forgotten upon waking.

The brain itself overlays images on top of each other, like in a movie or slideshow.
A dream is already something incomplete.

Therefore, there's nothing wrong with us adding something of our own to the dream that wasn't actually there (if the brain hasn't already added it unintentionally). For example, you can take your own room and describe it "in reality," even though it only flashed by in your dream. This creates a kind of comparison between the dream and real life. As a result, we'll have details that were missing in the dream.

When replaying a dream, the brain adds details that weren't actually there. After replaying it again, it might even become a completely "different" dream. It's a strange phenomenon, much like how dreams are often quickly forgotten upon waking.

This happens, but I personally try to avoid it. That is, I retain some attempts to explain the scene I saw, but I exclude unnecessary details. This should be evident in how I describe my dreams. No, I can't guarantee 100% accuracy, but I try to keep it as concise as possible.

You're so boring, Dorman. If you analyze every little thing from a psychological and philosophical point of view, you'll go crazy.
And yes, I may not dream often, but I remember them well and in great detail, if I remember them at all.

You're so boring, Dorman. If you analyze every little thing from a psychological and philosophical point of view, you'll go crazy.
And yes, I don't dream often, but I remember them well and in great detail, if I remember them at all.

Psychological and philosophical??? That's a bit much.
It's just one of the ways to add depth to a story, filling in what might be missing.

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That happens, but I personally try to avoid it. That is, there are some attempts to explain the seen picture, but I exclude unnecessary details. You should be able to see that from how I describe my dreams. No, I can't guarantee 100%, but I try to keep it concise.

It depends on what we want to achieve: to show an accurate dream (which is boring for the reader, but not for myself) or a whole story (boring for myself, but not for the reader).
I also don't like mixing concrete details about something. But then it's not artistically enriched. But! A story with elements of a dream is often better than a dream with elements of a story.

Yes, I personally find it more interesting to convey a dream, taking into account all the strangeness, unusualness, and paradoxical nature that it contains. If I accidentally fabricate something, the reader will reasonably ask, "Or did I just make up 90% of the interesting parts, and the dream was simply about me eating oatmeal in the kitchen?" So, no, stories with dream elements interspersed are not for me, sorry. I can demonstrate my imagination in a more alert state in other ways.

I recently had a dream about a huge hill or mountain, at least on the surface, made entirely of pebbles. I couldn't climb it because every second, a landslide of these pebbles would begin. The pebbles would slide down in a stream, as if in different places. So, I stood there, thinking about how to approach it without getting caught in these landslides. And just now, I dreamed that I was jumping over flights of stairs on a spiral staircase, and suddenly I noticed that I was starting to hover in the air, not accelerating downwards, but approaching the landing. On the last flight, I tucked my legs in and... hovered above the floor! And then I suddenly flew upwards! It seemed like someone was coming to the door, and I was afraid that someone would enter and see me flying. I tried to go down, but I couldn't, and then I suddenly woke up and decided to write about it on HW....

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And today, I dreamed first of a small snake. At first, it was very small, like a tiny, thin worm. I tried to crush it, but I couldn't; it wouldn't be crushed, and then, in a few seconds, it grew to a normal size, and we were terrified of it....

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And today, I dreamed that I was driving my grandfather's old "kopeyka" VAZ 21013, and when I left it in the yard, a mafia gang (the kind you see in the TELE2 commercials) got into it and tore it all apart, and they didn't want to pay for the material damage. :(

She didn't want to pay for the material damage.

I should have sicced a maniac on her.

I had a whole bunch of strange dreams all night long, and they all had one thing in common! I kept finding myself in some kind of boarding house or something similar. I don't remember which dream it started with or how many there were, but I'll tell you about the ones I remember and that I think happened earlier. In general, I'll tell you about the most interesting one for me, and at least it has some connection to the forum. So, I was living in some big house where a bunch of guys lived, and as I understood, they were all from the Hive. I remember living in a room with Arandor (nothing happened), the room layout was suspiciously similar to mine, but the furniture was different. My mom would come in from time to time, and then Lochen came and started demanding LSD from us. Aretz called Utrechka a drug addict and left, and Lochen kept persuading me, claiming he knew for sure that I was hiding LSD somewhere. He eventually found it! And then he had some kind of strange cylinder on his head and summoned a synthesizer with a huge number of strange buttons with pictures. For my generosity, Lochen promised to reward me and teach me magic and how to use this synthesizer. But honestly, he just summoned all sorts of nonsense and unpleasant things on me, laughed, and said that it was all important for my training. I think he was tricking me. Then there was another dream where I ended up in a strange hospital for women with women's health problems. Of course, it wasn't just a regular hospital, but some kind of strange institution located somewhere outside the city, where my relatives couldn't visit me and it was generally difficult to get out. But there was nature, fresh air, a crowd of hysterical girls who somehow hated me. I kept trying to find out what I was sick with, why I felt good and didn't feel sick, what tests they were taking, and most importantly, why all this was happening if I hadn't even gone anywhere. I spent a whole week there, I almost died of boredom, I didn't have access to any computer equipment, and they even took away my phone. Some people were allowed to go outside and beyond this sanatorium (or whatever you want to call it), but not me. Then they told me that there were doctors in a house nearby who would tell me when I could be discharged, but they said it was better not to go to them yet, or I would be punished. But since I was fed up with everything, I made a deal with a nurse and left the hospital and went to the house, where I thought the doctors were. There were no signs of medical workers in the house, but you could guess that it was owned by a man. Curiosity made me go further into the house, and that's when I ran into a group of young guys (at least 8 of them), who were very happy to see me and started looking at me with lust, offering me to sit with them. Of course, I built a brick Taj Mahal on this basis and started running away, and these drug addicts ran after me. I barely made it back to my hospital and started asking for help, saying that those guys wanted to do something bad to me. And the nurse started defending them, saying that they were good guys, etc., and that I had broken the law and would be punished for it (she smiled so wildly!). I had to run to my room, pack my things, and a neighbor from the "ward" ran after me, and we ran to the nearest room with a metal door that was open. I immediately found the key and locked the door, and then I turned around and saw two indignant patients (they were somehow well-groomed, made up, and looked like they were happy to be there), who first wanted to kick me out, but after I told them my story, they sympathized with me, got some reports and clippings from newspapers, and started telling me that these guys were the sons of some rich guys, that in addition to patients, this hospital sometimes deliberately brought in completely healthy girls to entertain these guys, who then caught them and did whatever they wanted to them, and then brutally killed them, and everything was covered up as if the victim had run away from the institution and died under unknown circumstances. Then I just sat in that room, crying, and those girls comforted me and promised to try to help me contact my family so they could take me home, but they warned me that these freaks would still get to me one day and do what they had planned, because I was an unwanted witness. I don't remember how long I sat in that room in fear and crying, but I woke up in the middle of the night and was very happy that it was all a dream and that it was over. In fact, it was really creepy to feel like a victim for hunters, and I didn't really want to die, especially in a painful way. And in general, the dream felt very realistic. Then there was a short dream where Lesha, my friend, Lesha's girlfriend (they are actually really together), another of their mutual friends with his wife (she was even less unpleasant in the dream than in real life), and a bunch of guys who were supposedly their friends (these were definitely made up, at least I don't know these faces) were all traveling together to nature, and we had to travel very far to get there, and we decided to stop at some kind of boarding house and spend the night there. They gave us a bunch of triple rooms, and only Lesha and I were given a double room. I was very surprised and happy, my friend said that she could spend time alone with her boyfriend in his car if she wanted, but the unpleasant wife of another friend was unhappy, she was indignant, but they all told her that she annoyed everyone and that if she didn't shut up with her whims, they would leave her alone in the forest, so she resigned herself and calmed down. I don't remember the dream any further (except for the satisfaction that Lesha and I were given a separate room), I just remember that the father of my friend's ex-boyfriend really hated her and her current lover, and he promised to take revenge and do many other bad things. And the mother of that guy also hated her, but not as much as her husband. There was another dream where we were walking along the embankment of our city (it was all terribly flooded, but somehow a whole crowd of people came to the city), I kept turning around, losing Lesha, but then finding him, and someone else was walking with us. I guess I only remember this dream because Zhanna Friske first pushed me, was rude to me, and I told her that she would die soon and that's what she deserved, and then Okhlobystin pushed me, was also rude to me, and I also told him a lot of nasty things. There were at least two more dreams, but I don't remember them. By the way, it's quite strange, but Lesha also had drug-induced dreams all night. In general, I had a fun night, and that's why I had a lot of trouble waking up today.

By the way, it’s quite strange, but Leshe also had drug-induced dreams all night.

I used to go to the same resort on the coast every year, and for the first 3-5 days, I always had nightmares and all sorts of unpleasant, drug-related dreams. As it turned out from talking to other vacationers, it wasn't just me. I never figured out the reason, but I came up with a theory that it's because of the very high-quality rest, when the psyche relaxes and all sorts of subconscious things come to the surface.

anti-offtopic.
I haven't had dreams in a long time (or I don't remember them), but suddenly I dreamed that I needed to go to the cosmodrome, and for once, I called a motorized rickshaw through a dispatcher instead of hailing one on the street. And these not-so-bright guys mixed up the orders and couldn't find where I was waiting for my "carriage," and they were looking for me in a completely different place. At the same time, in the dream, they showed how my spaceship was being assembled on the other side of the city, systems were being checked, passengers were being loaded, and the time until launch was ticking away.
And then, after another argument with the dispatcher, my motorized rickshaw finally found me, and we raced to the cosmodrome at full speed, dodging traffic jams. Luckily, the driver was a daredevil – he was driving at some impossible speed and didn't care about the rules. Unfortunately, the next sharp turn was so sharp that I woke up and never found out if I made it to my spaceship or not.

After LSD, he won't just promise to teach you magic...