STRANGE DREAMS

[Viola]

I read somewhere that dreams are games of our brain

[Samara]

Natali_Natali, It’s never a bad idea to go to church, I myself don’t really believe in the church, I consider it a business and a tool for manipulating and controlling the masses, but sometimes I look in when it gets really hard and don’t take it out, after some kind of peace, it’s easier to collect my thoughts.
I understand your worries, how not to stay there.... when it really starts to scare you, complete sobriety for a couple of months, a course of, for example, afobazole (it helped me a lot) and regular exercise in some form, and only if after it won’t let you go, then go to the doctor for a consultation, it’s better not a psychologist but a psychiatrist, there’s nothing scary here, the brain is the same organ of our body as the kidney, for example, there’s no need to go to a nephrologist)

[Christmas_Christmas]

Of course, if your situation is stressing you out, you can go to church

I went to church today)))....

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Natali_Natali, It’s never a bad idea to go to church ,

went today)))....

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I read somewhere that dreams are games of our brain

I agree.. and probably even more than just games....

[Eustace]

went to church today)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Today I had a dream about my Tanya again... a very strange dream... very... as if she came to my home... here, where my husband and I now live... only the apartment is not the same as what I have now.. . And the one who stayed in my childhood, in another city... where my parents live now...
Tanya says something to me, but I don’t seem to listen to her, but I still want to tell her what. like you came to the wrong place... you came to me, but to a different apartment... and she doesn’t pay attention to me, but tells something of her own....
damn... some kind of nonsense.. .. and it seems like she came at night.. well, in my dream.. and then a second later I dream that it’s already day, and that I’m riding home with her on bikes.. from the village... we’re driving along the bridge.... and suddenly very clearly, as if right next to me... I hear Tanya’s grandmother shouting to us that she baked some pies.. "Girls.. pies.. everything is ready.. let’s get to the table while it’s hot..." Tanya tells me that I need to go back, saying that lunch is already ready. that if we don’t come back, grandma will be offended... she turns around and goes back... and I literally stayed for a second... well, to turn the bike in the other direction... and when I opened my eyes... then Tanya was already three kilometers away from me. .. like a dot is visible on the horizon.. that is, it turns out that in a second she “traveled” such a huge distance... and is already in the village.. at the very top... I’m still “below” very far away from her, in the middle of the bridge... I shout to her to wait for me, but now she doesn’t hear my voice... because she’s already very far from her...
I understand that I still won’t finish shouting and start drive her... and I understand that I still won’t catch up with her... I also understand that I don’t understand why I can’t catch up... I look back to see how far I’ve traveled.. it seems like a lot.. or rather, just the bridge is very greatly lengthened... right up to the horizon... and back... and forward... ... only not at Tanya’s grandmother’s, but at Irka’s grandmother’s... everyone is sitting at the table but I don’t know anyone... they also speak their “Bashkir” language.. but for some reason I don’t understand... more accurately I understand .. well, I seem to understand.. but I can’t put the words together....
and then they kind of rang the doorbell.... they just rang there. to the village, to the private house of grandmother Irkina.. and I sort of heard it in my apartment.. but this is where my husband and I live now.... I also seemed to hear Irkina’s grandmother’s voice.. already in Russian... "Oh, Ira has come"...
I woke up from this doorbell.... damn, I open my eyes.. and it seems like not in my bedroom.. but in my room in the house parents... and Tanya sits on my table and looks at me.. she also “swings” with her legs, as she loved to do.... literally in a second... I closed my eyes.. and when I opened my eyes.. then everything is ok... no Tanya... no my room....

I probably lay there for about 40 minutes and was afraid to go to the toilet.... damn I think what if she got into me will meet you in the corridor...
this is all old....

[Fargal94]

Today I had a dream about my Tanya again... the dream was very strange... very... as if she came to my home... here, where my husband and I live now... only the apartment is not the same as it is now me... and the one who stayed as a child in another city... where my parents live now...
Tanya says something to me, but I don’t seem to listen to her, but I want everything for her to say that you came to the wrong place... came to me, but to a different apartment... and she doesn’t pay attention to me, but tells something of her own....
damn... nonsense some kind of thing... and it seems like she came at night... well, in my dream... and then a second later I dream that it’s already day, and that I’m riding home with her on bikes... from the village... we’re going over the bridge... . He says that he needs to go back, that lunch is already ready. that if we don’t come back, grandma will be offended... she turns around and goes back... and I literally stayed for a second... well, to turn the bike in the other direction... and when I opened my eyes... then Tanya was already three kilometers away from me. .. like a dot is visible on the horizon.. that is, it turns out that in a second she “traveled” such a huge distance... and is already in the village.. at the very top... I’m still “below” very far away from her, in the middle of the bridge... I shout to her to wait for me, but now she doesn’t hear my voice... because she’s already very far from her...
I understand that I still won’t finish shouting and start drive her... and I understand that I still won’t catch up with her... I also understand that I don’t understand why I can’t catch up... I look back to see how far I’ve traveled.. it seems like a lot.. or rather, just the bridge is very greatly lengthened... right up to the horizon... and back... and forward... ... only not at Tanya’s grandmother’s, but at Irka’s grandmother’s... everyone is sitting at the table but I don’t know anyone... they also speak their “Bashkir” language.. but for some reason I don’t understand... more accurately I understand .. well, I seem to understand.. but I can’t put the words together....
and then they kind of rang the doorbell.... they just rang there. to the village, to the private house of grandmother Irkina.. and I kind of heard it in my apartment.. but this is where my husband and I live now.... I also heard the voice of Irkina’s grandmother.. already in Russian... "Oh Ira has come"... I woke up from this doorbell.... damn, I open my eyes.. and it’s like not in my bedroom.. but in my room at my parents’ house... and Tanya is sitting on my table and looks at me.. also “swings” with her legs, as she loved to do.... literally for a second... I closed my eyes.. and when I opened my eyes.. then everything was ok... no Tanya.. no my room....

I probably lay there for about 40 minutes and was afraid to go to the toilet.... damn I think what if she meets me in the corridor...
this is old that’s it...

I am not a churchgoer, but go to the Temple, light a candle for her repose and order a funeral prayer. This is what needs to be done

[Bully Carrie]

People, listen, what a cool topic! How beautifully you all write)) I read it without stopping....
I’m afraid of my dreams, because sometimes I dream about things that would be better not to. In general, thanks to the brain for showing us such "cinema" )))

[Christmas_Christmas]

I read the interpretations of the dream about bridges... to be honest, some kind of nonsense is written, not interpretations)))... and it is not written what to do if you don’t dream about that bridge by itself. but it seems to be part of other events that are not at all connected with that bridge... and damn.. it says "look from the bridge".. "get off the bridge"... etc."..
even the pictures show the bridge from a dream.... fog... the bridge is ancient.. the fountains there are ancient... like everything is “Gothic”... what the hell has Gothic got to do with it... although maybe someone dreams of something like this...
only there are no pictures of me... my bridge is lengthening so much that I’m just like a bug on it... and water is everywhere around... as many eyes as they can see.... as much water..... often it is understood so much that it simply overflows over the bridge...
this is certainly not the bridge that I dreamed of.... "scale" are just very similar
https://i.postimg.cc/W31YdRS5/Cay-cau-dai-nhat-the-gioi.jpg

только почему он мне практически всегда сниться как бы в детсве.... а теперь вот еще как бы с "сюжетом".... блин.... непременно нужно найти людей которые могут рассказать за сны...
в церковь я уже ходила))).... все равно сниться....

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сегодня снова приснилась моя Таня... сон очень странный... очень.... будто бы она пришла ко мне домой... сюда, где я с мужем сейчас живу... только квартира не та что сейчас у меня... а та, которая в детстве осталась, в другом городе... где сейчас родители мои живут...
Таня мне что то говорит, а я как вроде бы не слушаю ее, а все хочу ей сказать, что типа ты не туда пришла... пришла ко мне, но в другую квартиру.... а она не обращает внимания на меня, а что то свое рассказывает....
блин... ерунда какаято.... причем вроде бы она ночью пришла.. ну во сне моем.. а потом через секунду снится что уже день, и что я с ней еду на великах домой.. из поселка... по мосту едем.... и вдруг очень отчетливо, как вроде бы вот рядом.. слышу как бабушка Тани кричит нам что она пирожков напекла.. "Девочки.. пирожки.. усе все готово.. давайте к столу пока гарячие..." Таня мне говорит, что нужно обратно ехать, что мол обед уже готов. что если не веренмся, то бабушка обидится.. она разворачивается и едет обратно... а я задержалась на секунду буквально.. ну чтобы развернуть велик в другую сторону.. а когда подянла глаза.. то Таня уже в километрах трех от меня... как точечка видна на горизонте.. т.е получается что она за секунду "проехала" такое огромное расстояние... и уже в поселке.. на самом верху... я все еще "внизу" очень далеко от нее, на середине моста... я ей кричу чтобы меня подождала, но теперь она моего голоса не слышит.. потому что уже очень далеко от нее...
я понимаю что все равно не докричусь и начинаю за ней ехать... и понимаю что все равно не догоню ее... еще понимаю, что не понимаю, почему догнать не могу... смотрю назад, чтобы посмтотреть сколько проехала.. вроде бы и много.. а точнее просто мост очень сильно удлинился.. аж до самого горизонта.. и назад... и вперед.... я поворачиваюсь назад... а уже снова ночь.. точнее еще не ночь но уже сумерки.. и я какимто образом сразуже оказываюсь в послеке... только не у Таниной бабушки, а у бабушки Ирки...все сидят за столом но я никого не знаю... еще они разговоаривают на своем "башкирском".. но я почемуто не понимаю... точнее понимаю.. ну как вродебы понимаю.. но слова в кучу сложить не могу....
а потом типа позвонили в дверь.... только позвонили туда. в поселок, в частный дом бабушки Иркиной.. а я типа его в своей квартире услышала.. но уже вот тут где с мужем сейчас живем.... еще глос как бы услышала Иркиной бабушки.. уже по русски... "О Ира пришла"...
я от этого звонка в дверь и проснулась.... блин открываю глаза.. и как вроде бы не в своей спальне.. а в своей комнате в доме у родителей.... и Таня сидит на моем столе и смотрит на меня.. еще и ногами "раскачивается", как это она делать любила.... буквально секнуду... я зажмурилась.. а когда открыла глаза.. то уже все ок... ни Тани.. ни моей комнаты....

я наверное минут 40 лежала и боялась в туалет выйти.... блин думаю а вдруг она меня в коридоре встретит...
старнно это все....

я не воцерувлкнный, но сходи в Храм, поставь свечку за упокой её и закажи поминальный молебен. Так надо сделать

я ходила в храм и сделал все что там мне батюшка сказал.... тут другое... Таня и вообще мое дество мне сниться "хорошо"... не по доброму, но и не "плохо"... я не кричу во сне... я не спасаюсь... и мне во сне не страшно.... иногда бывает очень "жутко" на мосту... или когда смотрю со "скал" на речку, как в послеке в детсве.... только скалы просто ГИГАНСКИЕ по своим маштабам и у меня захватывает дух от этого.... вот например такие скалы.... толькоь тянуться они ДО ВСЕГО ГОРИЗОНТА... а я смотрю вниз и вижу своих подружек и всех кто на плояже как букашек... еще думаю как же мне спуститься теперь туда... к воде..... а воды СТОЛЬКО, что....
https://i.postimg.cc/GpcDkGVp/6.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/W178LNPh/161.jpg

но не страшно.... это другое совсем... я знаю что такое плохой сон и понимаю когда он страшный.... за мной как то приходила бабушка во сне... очень "плохо" приходила... я все "понимала" и бежала от нее... даже в окно выпрыгивала потому как она вламывалась в мою комнату.... это страшно и тут мне все понятно...
но то что сниться сейчас это совем другое.... и мне почемуто жутко и одновременно очень хорошо во сне.... но так же быть не должно...

[Christmas_Christmas]

People, listen, what a cool topic! How beautifully you all write)) I read it without stopping....
I’m afraid of my dreams, because sometimes I dream about things that would be better not to. In general, thanks to the brain for showing us such "movies" )))

told me what I was dreaming about.... only dreams are not a joke.. .. this is not a joke at all... not like what world-famous "experts" say...
my close relative... very close.... according to my mother.... she is 10 years old. ago... my nephew drowned... he drowned in another city... his relatives looked for him for a very long time... and couldn’t find him... he went into the river... he took a dive and didn’t swim up... then it turned out that he had a heart attack guy (he was only 18 years old) happened right in the river...
so they couldn’t find him... and my relative came to us and told my mother that she saw where he was lying and how to hold on to some snags with his hand water.....
she told the parents and relatives of that boy on the phone...they nodded their heads there.."accepted" her condolences. and that’s it...
but they still can’t find the boy...
so this relative of mine went 300 km to that town... described the place that she sees in her dream and they took her there, because according to the description the place was very suitable.... and there... 5 kilometers from the place where that nephew “drew” him and they found him... he was simply carried there by the current... . and he actually “held” the snags with his hand.... if she hadn’t seen him in the dream, he would never have been found at all...
so now I know that dreams are not what the "certified" specialists tell us... is something else...

[Eustace]

I read somewhere that dreams are games of our brain

Games of your brain: This is right here on the Forum!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Sorry, I interrupted about the dream.
I dreamed of scrambled eggs and bacon. Okay, everything was fine. I got up and got ready. The dream came true. The only thing was today at 3.00 Moscow time. Ours is 4.00.
Slept until ten, sweetly, drooling (the pillow doesn’t lie)

by the way, yes.... about time.... I have terrible dreams in the dead of night.... 2-3 hours...
but such "epochal-monumental" ones can only be filmed from 8 am to... . until I wake up or my husband wakes me up))).... although last night I dreamed everything....
damn... probably soon it will be "everything"((((.... there will be no one to tell stories...

[Eustace]

[Christmas_Christmas]

one of my favorite bands

[Christmas_Christmas]

[Elenarus]

Natali_Natali, After church the dreams will be terrible...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, After church there will be terrible dreams ...

why?

[Fargal94]

Sorry, I interrupted about the dream.
I dreamed of scrambled eggs and bacon. Okay, everything was fine. I got up and got ready. The dream came true. The only thing was today at 3.00 Moscow time. Ours is 4.00.
Slept until ten, sweetly, drooling (the pillow doesn’t lie)

by the way, yes.... about time.... I have terrible dreams in the dead of night.... 2-3 hours...
but such "epochal-monumental" ones can only be filmed from 8 am to... . until I wake up or my husband wakes me up))).... although last night I dreamed everything....
damn... probably soon it will be "everything"((((.... there will be no one to tell the Stories...

why is there no one to tell???

[Eustace]

why is there no one to tell???

there will be thunder in Veronica’s room!

[Christmas_Christmas]

why is there no one to tell???

it will thunder in Veronica’s room!

After the psychiatric hospital... I won’t have time for Stories.... but I knew about other things...

Sorry, I interrupted about a dream.
I dreamed of scrambled eggs and bacon. Okay, everything was fine. I got up and got ready. The dream came true. The only thing was today at 3.00 Moscow time. Ours is 4.00.
Slept until ten, sweetly, drooling (the pillow doesn’t lie)

by the way, yes.... about time.... I have terrible dreams in the dead of night.... 2-3 hours...
but such "epochal-monumental" ones can only be filmed from 8 am to... . until I wake up or my husband wakes me up))).... although last night I dreamed everything....
damn... probably soon it will be "everything"((((.... there will be no one to tell stories...

why is there no one to tell???

what SHE will probably come soon. She’ll say get ready, Natasha.. let’s go.. I’ll show you something....

[Eustace]

that SHE will probably come soon. Natasha will say get ready... let’s go... I’ll show you something...

who she is!!! Only I can come to you!

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[Eustace]

I’ll even give you an injection.

[Eustace]

Although there are no three, Injection!

[Christmas_Christmas]

And I’ll even give you an injection.

Although there are no three, Injections!

damn... and you turn out to be "thematic"

[Eustace]

damn... and you turn out to be "thematic"

whoooo

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... and you turn out to be "thematic"

whoooo

who..... damn.. themed.. BDSM guy))) and here he was pretending to be a fluffy... and all he was thinking about was giving injections to the girls))) ... like this and you recognize a person by a random phrase...
just kidding... I don’t like injections and am very afraid of them...

[Eustace]

I don’t like injections and I’m very afraid of them....

you’re kidding, you’re not kidding. Three injections! Three times a day! and I guarantee a restful sleep! like a baby!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Three injections! Three times a day!

three injections a day... in three days my butt will turn into a "training ground" from so many injections...
damn...or are you talking about other injections?

[Eustace]

or are you talking about other injections?

I will give everything, both of them, just to be sure!

[Christmas_Christmas]

or are you talking about other injections?

I will give everything, both of them, just to be sure!

I’m already confused....

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today if anyone dreams... it will definitely be you with a HUGE syringe))))...

[Fargal94]

today if anyone dreams... it will definitely be you with a HUGE syringe)))

dangling between your legs)

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Natali_Natali, and the nightmare is that I couldn’t lift it)

[Eustace]

today if anyone dreams... it will definitely be you with a HUGE syringe))))...

well, finally : Yahoo!:

[Eustace]

the nightmare is that I couldn’t lift it)

I’ll dream about it being raised!

[Christmas_Christmas]

today if anyone dreams... it will definitely be you with a HUGE syringe)))

dangling between your legs)

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Natali_Natali, and the nightmare is that I couldn’t lift it)

whom to raise? Dear Eustace, ? why should I raise it?..

[Fargal94]

Eustace, then this is no longer a nightmare, but lust and there will be joy!)

[Christmas_Christmas]

the nightmare is that I couldn’t lift it)

I’ll dream about it being raised!

and you will need to pick up a "syringe".... damn... who’s talking about what in short. ..

[Eustace]

you will need to pick up a "syringe".... damn...

yeah, with a protein Vaccine, for a restful sleep!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Well, if I dream about something today, and I wake up in the morning... I’ll definitely tell you...

[Bully Carrie]

Очень люблю эту песню.

[Eustace]

I really love this song.

I like it too)

[Bully Carrie]

, with protein Vaccine, for a restful sleep!

To tears!

[Nick1979]

yeah, with a protein Vaccine, for a restful sleep!

How many cubes is there in the syringe? Otherwise she is afraid of injections. You’ll scare me more)))

[Eustace]

But she’s afraid of injections. You’ll scare me more)))

don’t worry, first there will be preliminary anesthesia. Most likely she can even install it herself

[Nick1979]

But she’s afraid of injections. You’ll scare me more)))

don’t worry, first there will be preliminary anesthesia. Most likely, she can even put it on herself

Well, with anesthesia, then everything is different. The syringe itself will be there if anything happens.
The main thing is that the injection does not spill out prematurely

[Eustace]

The main thing is that the injection does not spill out ahead of time

I will not charge you piss

[Nick1979]

I will not charge you piss

Don’t forget the replacement horn.
The main thing is that there are no idle people

[Bully Carrie]

don’t worry, first there will be preliminary anesthesia

It would be nice not to have general anesthesia. And then when you’re under anesthesia you have such a lot of dreams, oooooooooooooo.....))

[Eustace]

It would be nice not to have general anesthesia. Because when you’re under anesthesia you dream about sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....))

I’ll try not to pass out

[Bully Carrie]

I will try not to pass out

Do you control yourself? Come on, take care of our girl))) ......well, you remember)))

[Eustace]

well, do you remember

I remember

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn it’s all funny to you...
I also often dream that I walk along the bank of a river... the one from my childhood... collecting coins... exactly coins... different... and "white" " and "yellow"... why exactly like that.. because I can’t make out the denomination... but I pick them up... on the sand when I see them.. or take them out of the water.... and I collect them in the wrong place where we used to swim as children... and in the place where the river made a "turn"... there was a very strong current and it was impossible to swim there because of this...
then there were so many coins that I didn’t have them I can hold it in my palms... and I start to sort of squeal for somewhere to put the coins... and when I look up, I see that I’m in an even more terrible place... under that bridge... where there were "overpasses"... where the depth is such that the water is just black as pitch... and I understand that you can’t go into the water... but I see coins there too.....
it became interesting.. and when people die in their sleep ... what do they see?..... I wouldn’t want me to dream about that terrible depth under the "overpasses"....