I had a dream today...
that I go online, first of all, as always, I get on the PG and see about the horror ... on the PG they turned on the avatars function! What dream did you have today?Grevol
Quite an ominous picture. Have you ever had nightmares in which you were on the side of evil? I dreamed of this kind not horror films, but militants. Not without the influence of GTA. But it was a long time ago.
GTAman
Not without the influence of GTA
themes, this is understandable. familiar. what to fall into is more likely to come to torment the peace of the night)
in which you spoke on the side of evil?
I don’t even remember ... but the interesting plot will need to be processed)
but in general, how did you understand that you are on the side of evil?) just curious
what does Vitalik, having become a morder on purpose, want to see for himself from discrediting topics of starters?
Grevol,
but in general, how did you understand that you were on the side of evil?) just curious.
When you woke up :) I didn’t think about it in a dream.
Gemini
I wasn't the topic starter for this thread, but I was the creator. That is, I created a topic to transfer messages from two topics that discussed the same thing to it. Sometimes, for technical reasons, you have to do just that instead of simply moving posts to one of the existing topics.
By the way, I do not see anything wrong with the topic, to disown its creation.
Last night I dreamed of drug addiction.
I’m sitting, I mean, at home on the couch, sticking to the telly, when suddenly a second cousin arrives, who for a couple of months has hit the Black Sea shores, and let me tell you how cool and warm it is, and, they say, that you are here you sit, go to Krasnoyarsk. I weakly protested, because there is no work in my specialty, and what have I forgotten there and where I will live. Then she started forcibly pulling me out of the house. But well, there is nowhere to go from her, so we went to roam the local streets. A private sector on a hill to give you a taste of the local flavor. Oh yeah, she's also 3 years older than me.
It was summer outside. And a hefty active and annoying little sister combed to swim in the local pond, which is located, logically, in a lowland. We went down to the beach, there were a lot of people, began to swim, what else to do? Suddenly, I remembered that I can’t swim, because I didn’t go deeper than waist-deep, and generally had a dull time, so let’s skip this moment and get closer to the 3D action.
Being in another microdistrict, on a neighboring hill and on the other side of the pond, we were still trying to somehow entertain ourselves, when suddenly SUDDENLY Obama came up to us (Yes, yes, it was Barack Obama!) And said, they say, that he arrived in my city with some kind of visit there and wants to see how the Russians live here, not officially. What are we? And we agreed. We started it according to local logs, littered with garbage, we had to walk another 200 meters in water up to our waist. You know, at the bottom of every second log there is a river-shit? I know you know, we live in Russia. Here we went along such an average Govnyanka. Well, we got out, it means, from this overgrown stream, stomped up from the ravine and stomped *drumroll* into another microdistrict, which looked more like a village. I hung around there as a child, I haven't been there for five years. And the president was a fine fellow, steadfastly withstood all the hardships of our campaign.
Have you read it? Well done, because the thriller is about to begin.
It began to get dark.
Well, it means, let’s go, show the president the local dirivyan houses, point to the fence and say that there will be fields and forests around the bend, and before that we’ll go down the hill where skiers ski in winter, that’s where we’ll go. Yes, that's not destiny. Around the corner at the fence in the tall grass lay 2 corpses. A woman and a child, both in an extremely obscene form with broken faces, insides turned out, ribs sticking out of their bodies. In addition to everything, they were also extremely stale, which added to the picturesque picture the specific aromas of carrion from a week ago. Bones are scattered all over the place.
The president and I are swollen from such a picture, and my sister says, they say, yes, the district is not safe, a maniac used to live here, so it’s better not to go here alone.
Twilight descended and we, despite the protests of my sister, decided to hit the road back home.
Sister, after much argument, led the procession home, because if you can not win - lead. When our strange company passed by a log house under construction, the same "maniac" got out to meet us. He was a naked man, except for a loincloth, with a head like the working part of round-nose pliers, that is, instead of a head there were only two long and sharp jaws, round in section, covered with vile red wrinkled skin. His body was covered with mud, his skin was covered with ulcers and pockmarks. In general - an interesting personality.
This creature quickly approached her sister, who still did not really understand anything, doused her with some kind of red liquid (possibly with her own blood, as in "28 weeks later"), hit something sharp in the side, after which the sister immediately softened. Then this mutant threw it over his shoulder and disappeared into the black doorway of that unfinished house. Obama cowardly fled the battlefield, and I ran into the house to finish off the creature, and save my sister. I run into the house, a trail of blood stretches to the attic. I think that you can’t fill up a mutant with your bare hands, and nothing comes under your arm, and it’s dark. A brilliant idea comes to mind: "Perhaps, in the attic itself I will find something with which it will be possible to smack this reptile in the strange face!" - and, in fact, climbed up. And, nevertheless, it rolled! Only my head appeared in the opening on the floor, as the eye caught the handle of the hammer. Even my clear eyes saw the hero of the occasion, no, not Obama, but a mutant. He was already preparing for dinner, but, sensing my presence, he abruptly turned around and rushed to the attack, overcoming all the five meters that separated us in one jump. I grabbed a hammer and, growling pathetically, dealt a crushing blow, aiming at the crap that was in place of his head.
But the beast caught my hand, and I felt something sharp in my ribs, and...
...I woke up.
Yeees. When I sleep without alarms, I always dream in the morning. And almost all drug addicts.
Toxa95
Nichrome, did you smell and touch in your dreams? Only vision and hearing function from my senses.
I grabbed the hammer and, pathetically growling ...
Gee, gee, gee ... Pathetically gegekaya, also grabbed something.
northern alcoholic
Separate familiar smells are felt. There was also a feeling of coldness in the water.
Vanya Rygalov
Uh-uh.
in short, I recently dreamed of such a graphon, posony
I flew, like, between buildings, such typical Russian ones, schools there, etc., and looked at how refraction and reflection were sealed up on the steles. the stele of the type is polluted and located at different angles, as well as with alluvium, from which the reflection vibrates if it quickly moves relative to it. Well, in short, I flew back and forth, you don’t think it’s quite normal for me. and the weather is shorter than such a gloomy srach autumn and the sky is like in a stalker, the trees are branched and timnota. well, I flew further to fly puddles to consider, but already low above the ground. there, shorter along the paths, some unpleasant potsons move, and so dumbly, as if without animation or something. Voschem everything is very tasty. and then some kind of bum clung to me. he means at first how the drake face was. only the graphics are better than in real life. He kind of opened his eyes like that, but he has no eyes there. empty eye sockets stupidly. I didn’t like it very much, potzons, and I flew away from him. and he began to stubbornly pursue me slowly, like a bot. Finally, I didn’t like such a graph, and I woke up all in a pile of bricks, and began to look for my pony, here.
I’m sitting in a cafe, a man is sitting in front of the table and also to the left, a woman was sitting to my right, and then I see a man under the table holding a pistol with a silencer and shooting at a woman, right in the stomach. I don’t know how I fled for a long time from the scene, but I’m alive remained.
I mean wandered between some ancient brick buildings, a little overgrown with grass, with some type who wanted to take revenge on the mafia. The sky is so pleasant, gray, with clouds, and the air smells of autumn leaves and a little gar. Everything was still so realistic - I felt the cold, clothes, smell, etc. In general, we stumbled upon a gang of gopars with valyns, a battle began, take cover, roll over. I shot them realistically with a revolver - I felt the trigger, the recoil, my hands trembled a little and smeared a lot, and they fell from the shot into the chest, and did not shoot at 60hp. In short, they killed a partner - the thought immediately came to mind that there was no point in continuing and it was necessary to bring down, so, after several repetitions, take cover, shoot, put down the last shooter sitting in the bushes near the river, and left from there. Then I had to run away under the whistle of bullets through the stadium to the land cruiser, where the carrier was waiting.
Upon arrival at the place, I spent a little time in my garage, for some reason it is all littered with junk and looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. I went to the house, and there it means that two people on the carina sent for me. I know both in irl - one in person, with the other I got an unpleasant experience of communication. I shot the first one with the last cartridge - I didn’t get out of the car yet, I had to wave a little with the second one, because. The narrow-eyed man had a pistol, and I, without wasting a moment, immediately ran to him. Then the dream ended, perhaps a kind of logical end.
I also flew in a helicopter the other day. It was somehow unusual after the control of the SVVP.
The comment is not quite on the topic, but there was such a case with me that I somehow spent time at school, then I came home to lie down, wake up and think something. It was either just memories, or the thought of some kind of docking ... And I begin to understand that it was a dream that was mixed with reality.
northern alcoholic
It happens when you try to think something over and at the same time you start to doze off.
It's even more fun when, almost asleep or almost awake, you begin to realize what exactly you were thinking while you were napping. You feel like just a supermind, millions of thoughts per minute and all seemed brilliant, and if you remember at least one of them, you get something like: "Nails are much harder than water" - and similar nonsense.
Last night I had a nightmare, karoch.
I turn on the Witcher 3, start rummaging through the settings, look at the tick of the promoted nVidia hair, click, and then the scene loads, a clearing surrounded by trees and Geralt, sword in hand, stands in a static pose, dressed in some kind of simple shirt. I launch Fraps, I look - 200 FPS, I think, for an empty location - it's quite predictable.
Here the functional interface of nVidia-hair is turned on, they say, you can choose which hair to draw and which ones to leave as ordinary polygons, I think it's cool, you can turn on the rendering of only his mane, but don't care about the beard, anyway there is little hair there, so much different from the standard. I click on the head with the mouse and then the FPS just dropped to 50.
I, such, ofigel. 50 fps! In an empty stage!!! Fuck the game in general!
And woke up.
Yesterday I had an unusual dream (a dream in a dream), for a long time there was no such thing as a dream of a cathedral and the situation regarding Russia's attack on Ukraine, especially standing in a long queue to leave the country.
In a lucid dream, I had to fight with bad guys-warriors in the area of ​​​​an industrial town, driving a combat helicopter with missiles and a machine gun, simultaneously saving an elf-chan on a pirate ship. An exciting battle and a dramatic death.
I caught a healthy catfish in the river for spinning, woke up, and the riser was right there. Weird coincidence.