Writing Down My Dreams

Sooooo... Today I had a very long and confusing dream, so brace yourselves. Apparently this is some kind of revenge from my brain for the fact that for about a week I hadn’t dreamed anything at all. 

I went there, but a boy from Pakistan was already living there for the same reason. They fed us there with just some slop, so I asked my parents to take me back. My parents took me and, so I wouldn’t be so upset, sent me to a sanatorium. At the sanatorium I met all my friends from camp. Out of boredom we invented a time machine, but it could only transport one person. They were all scared, so they decided to send me. I put it on my wrist (it was worn like a watch) and pressed the button. It transported me. Since I was underage, I was immediately taken to an orphanage. The main problem was that I had been transported, but the time machine hadn’t. It stayed in our time and I couldn’t get back. From the orphanage I was quickly taken in by some couple, where the wife, for some reason, was American. So, they took me in, I lived with them for about a week, settled in, and made friends. And one friend tells me, like, “Beyond that bridge over there, in the gooseberry thicket, there’s a note. For everyone who reads it, it’s different. It says the name and current place of residence of that person’s future husband/wife.” But people aren’t allowed to walk under the bridge; you can only ride bears over it. Then my friend says, “Just go under the bridge. Look, see, it’s shallow here, you can even see the bottom.” But I was still scared, because I can’t swim. Then that old woman—the nurse from camp—was walking by, and I asked her to go. Not for nothing. It turned out there was an invisible pit there, and she fell right into it. Then my friend (and she could swim) swam over herself to get the note. She brought it to me. I read: “Ivan. Pinsk.” So I went to my adoptive father to tell him. (No idea why, I guess I thought he’d take me to Pinsk that very second). But he didn’t have time to say anything, because as soon as I told him, suddenly out of nowhere Dudyuka appeared

So anyway, she appears and kills my adoptive father. I run to my adoptive mother, screaming that we need to leave right now or she’ll kill us too. Mom asks where to. I say to Pinsk. But she’s American and doesn’t know the names of non-American cities. She starts shouting at me, like, “What kind of nonsense are you talking,” when suddenly Dudyuka appears again and kills her too. I escape and run for several days until I arrive in some big city. There I finally realize that I will NEVER return to my own time, never see my family and friends. Well, I mean, I will, but I’ll already be an adult and neither my friends nor my parents will recognize me. For a while I just cry, and then I decide that no, I still have to go to my parents. And for them to believe me, I’ll need to take photos often. But how? I ended up here without a phone or money, so I won’t be able to buy a camera. Then I decided that I simply had to become famous, because famous people are often photographed, and in our time, when I meet my parents, it won’t be a big problem to find a lot of photos of a celebrity. But how do I become famous? I’m just an ordinary teenager. And by what means? There are so many. Then I decided that I shouldn’t become famous just like that, but in a way that would impress my parents. Then I remembered that my dad is a fan of Korol i Shut. And I’m like, “Why not join the band? Especially since they’re kind of just forming right now.” My brain skipped the part of exactly how I did it, but I succeeded. In short, everything is great and I’m apparently famous. At one point I decide to mess around, grab a random fan from the crowd at a concert, pull a Papyrus mask from Undertale out of my pocket 

And so, during the intermission, I get down from the stage and decide to take a walk somewhere nearby and I see some girl. She comes up to me and says, “Ha, Papyrus, funny idea.” And starts walking away. I’m freaked out, because the game, like, doesn’t exist yet. I understand that she’s apparently a time traveler too and start running after her, but she runs very, very fast. In the end I run for a very long time until she disappears, and I end up in some village. There I sit down on a bench and start crying. Then a group runs up after me too, asking why I was chasing some girl, why I’m crying; I say something like, “It’s nothing, don’t worry,” and they leave to rehearse the next concert, for some reason in a cemetery. I keep sitting on the bench and crying when suddenly a guy comes out of a house. I remember that he is one of the 34 biological sons of that couple whom Dudyuka killed, and, it turns out, one of my 34 stepbrothers. So he invited me over to eat. And so, we eat and talk. I ask him where the other 33 brothers are, and he says something like, “Ah, they went into the infantry, they all got killed, and I put their skeletons in one of the rooms on the second floor of an abandoned church.” Of course I went to look. Well, skeletons like skeletons. I got bored and started looking out the window. And it happened to face the cemetery, and I could see the rehearsal. And suddenly I remember that this is actually a cemetery for immortal giants—maniacs—who are currently in a coma. I open the window and shout to the group about it, but because of the music they can’t hear me. And then these giants just crawl out from under the ground and kill the whole group. I get scared, try to hide behind the brothers’ skeletons, but they fall apart and I’m still visible. Then one of the giant maniacs comes up to me and starts calling the others. I decide that if it’s death, then it should at least be from one giant and quickly, not from hundreds of them trying to tear me apart. I ask him not to call them, but just to kill me quickly himself somehow. Just punch me in the head or something, since his fist is the size of me. He agrees. Hits me. I don’t die, a message just pops up saying, “9×9=81, which means you took 81% damage.” I’m like, “WHAT???” But then the giant starts crying, apologizing that he couldn’t kill me and caused me pain, saying he would never, ever hurt anyone again. I felt sorry for him, started comforting him, and at that moment I woke up

very confusing - be careful with Chinese children - they're like that)

I hardly dream at all these days, and I only really remember my scariest nightmares )

And what in this dream is the most vivid and moving for you?