I wanted to go to bed. I turned on the music, put it on the timer, everything is as usual. But I was not completely satisfied with this day and burned down I wanted to write a post. He jumped out of bed, turned on this hellish car and began to "frantically" print. I don’t think the post will be meaningful about something. Tomorrow elections, or even today, no matter. I do not count on Putin’s loss. I’ll just go and vote, hoping for some changes in the country. Elections are important, but I am now writing about something unrelated, in a half-drunk state. Forgive me, only so I can set up a couple of lines. I wanted to sleep and this led me to the idea of dreams, which is natural ..
When you go to bed what you think? Dreaming, play the events of the past or just cut off? I usually dream of what will happen unlikely. Pleasant and does not bother.
Dreams and hopes … rather pointless, unreliable and very personally. I don’t always want to tell personal, but all the same I would like to know what you dream. Dreams … such a mysterious and damn pleasant phenomenon. I almost never dream of dreams. Or I don’t remember them. Dreams that I remember, almost everything from childhood. I don’t like to live without dreams. Feel like a sleeping dummy. I would like to change this, but this is impossible, yes?
Tell us about your dreams! Maybe you are worried every night the same nightmare? Or erotic dreams? Or you run away from the past? I hope you have something interesting for your beloved public Stopgaim.
P.S. Whoever writes the most interesting and unusual comment, in my opinion, will receive the key to some Humble Bundle.
I gave the key friend LPETRUCHAL. His dream seemed to me something really personal and meaning. Thank you all for the comments, it’s very interesting to read, really.
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Once I dreamed that alien attacked us, Yuri from the RA2 helped us, who was supposed to restrain them on the moon, but wildly scared, because of which these clots of incomprehensible garbage attacked the ground and began to kill the people trolling and photographing them, and at that time I lived in a hotel with President Kennedy, who was constantly going to do anything, and even even trying to do anything, but I did not even try to do anything and I was quietly doing. Herl in the room, and waited until these fucking Taliban began to do something and in the end it turned out that in order to chrack these aliens, they first need to be poured with liters of some garbage called “liquid mint”
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Fortunately, I rarely dream of such garbage, but unfortunately, except for this garbage, I don’t dream of anything … I think I’ll regret it by clicking on the “Add” button.
Let me see. Here is a slotscharmcasino.co.uk small list of nightmares that I dreamed of in childhood:
1. A lamp on the ceiling. It was a terrible creature.
2. Reasonable cars and trucks chasing me on the street. And even when I tried to escape in my apartment, they, about horror, rode the wall of the house and stopped into the apartment.
3. A bunch of some incomprehensible creatures that grabbed me from my room and sucked from the window of the apartment on the 3rd floor-usually this is the end of sleep.
At a certain age in all dreams, I learned to fly and, of course, began to fly away from all these fucking creatures, so the poor endings of the nightmares ended.
Ah, yes – now nothing is dreaming at all. Complete black for three years now. Such things.
it’s hard to write … everything is in porridge, today I’m sitting for half a day and trying to make out.The whole point of sleep was that I saw in the “volume” of the light, my car knocked me down.Returning to Earth, I found that already 2300. Not long before this, humanity has discovered another civilization in one of the cemaries of the universe.The war began, I went to the front.Thanks to knowledge from the past life and the “afterlife”, I raised people from my knees and almost won the war.But alien invaders at the last moment used technologies that destroyed humanity.As a leader of people, I was delivered to the center of the universe.There, to my surprise was the place where I stayed for almost 300 years.I used me as the key to the gate of the Uzrvspov.But something went wrong.The last thing I remember is darkness, not a single star, not a single sound, nothing alive. Suddenly, explosive light, warm, so native.Then darkness again and somewhere in the distance flickered fire.I decided to go to him.The closer I came, the louder the voice was from somewhere from the side.10 meters from the light, I clearly heard him, I did not hear anything nicer.He said that I am the Creator, I have to recreate the world as he was.That when I go to the light, my work begins, I will resurrect life, and after that I will forget about it, he will shake my memory so that I can live normally.And then he will give me life, I will be born again.
After a moment I am lying in the crib, I will be about a month.I remember everything, all the memories stayed with me, but I can’t remember how “I worked” … I understood that if the baby spoke, it would be strange.And I decided to live my life again … After 17 years, I was in the very place where the car once knocked me down. I stood and looked at the road, people.Everything is like that day.And suddenly I heard the “Voice”, he said that I did well and this life is my life, that I have to live it for myself.After that, I felt power in myself … In secret from this world, I began to develop it, I could fly, change objects, create life … to create … after some time I was interested in who the master of this warm and native “voice”.And I went in search of … without noticing, 300 years have passed for myself … During this time I created my world far from the mother of the Earth.And did not find a single answer to his questions.I don’t know why, but I was anger.Most likely I lived too long for this world.The point is that out of hatred of people I created an empire and began to exterminate humanity so the war began … But I lost it and then I took advantage of my strength not for creation, but for destruction.So humanity fell, except 1 person, their leader.I realized that this is like a temporary circle.Their leader is me, only, a very big time ago.I decided to use “myself” as a key to gate to other worlds ..
We are in the center of the universe, the gates are open … it darkens in the eyes.And again the voice is “this is just the beginning of the path” ..
After these words, I woke up. (shock … as if an explosion occurred inside me)
I dreamed that I learned to play the guitar and, paired with Slash, we made a fucked double solo: 3
Hmm, rather the second, but the probability of the first option, I think, is also available: 3
At the expense of complete blackness, maybe I was a little ducked, just very rarely something clear after sleep. So, sometimes some obscure images, or nothing.
A shaved school gym, everywhere traces of blood in my hand in a fire ax (red as in the movie Pindo). surprise, as well as awareness that this is a dream, no. as if I have been walking all my life with an ax in such places. I go into the closet where the sport inventory is stored, as if a couple of dozen corpses were scattered there, zero reaction. And then a zombie rushes to me, and I put an ax with an absolute poker in his collarbone! A couple of strokes – and a corpse on the floor, I am preparing to apply a control blow to the head … and the alarm clock calls. I have never hated my university more than that day.
Sometimes I dream of moments from life that will happen to me in the near future (the next 2-3 days, a week, once even six months), I remember all this with scraps and recall all the dreaming only when it is already happening in reality> _
Dreams also rarely dream, usually in a new place. And then, if there is a dream, then a drug addict of nonsense. But just yesterday such an epic action dreamed that already anfigel. The action there was more abruptly than in the most action films =).Having crossed here, the heroes were users of the O_O site
Before going to bed, I usually think about tomorrow 🙂
But the dreams themselves are often remembered for a maximum of two days, but that’s interesting, there are such dreams, unconscious, not special but which crash into memory for years, I remember even one dream that I had at the age of six:
So, what’s the point, in this dream my father buys a machine, a yellow jeep in some kiosk (at that time he was and was and was my favorite game) after the purchase we leave the kiosk on a straight road, people stood on the wallpaper of the road and applauded and applauded as if we were stars and go to the red carpet.
Here is such a strange dream, which for some reason I still can’t forget.
And recently I was very interested in dreams, began to draw information about them from the Internet
And he stumbled upon sites and forums where people claimed that they themselves could manage their dreams and be directed by sleep, I was interested in this phenomenon and I also tried to do it by all tutorials, I have to realize it in a dream that you are sleeping, but it’s easier in words (or in a dream), the task is not from the lungs, at first I quickly woke up but then I began to linger in these conscious dreams for a long time and could do whatever I want (and knew that I would not happen for it: D).
I used to see dreams all the time, there were nightmares among them and vice versa bright calm.
But now I get so tired that I just turn off in a horizontal position.
Either you dream of blacks, or in your life nothing happens that can postpone bright and stormy memories and emotions.
I will have dumps for everyone, not everyone remembers them just. If you try to put the alarm in place where you usually sleep tightly, it is possible that at that moment you had a dream and you will remember it for sure.
In-in. Moreover, this is not the worst that I dreamed, but if I remembered the rest, it would no longer be funny at all.