You're all making this up, everyone dreams of sex and hedonism

i slept in the day.
i was in pizza hut, i had to go to the bathroom.
they were organised weird.
i remember seeing the ice cream machine, i wanted ice cream.

i remember no more than that,
i know last night i had a dream where i talked to someone on skype.
he said everyone knew and linked me to LG. it made no sense.
I think it was Lucas' post he linked me to.
and i had a dream with my family too...but i remember even less of that one.

You're all making this up, everyone dreams of sex and hedonism

Sex dreams are extremely rare for me. My dreams are action.

I had a dream last night that my most-hated professor was under the suspicion of the cops for having done something terrible. The thing is they kept trying to get at him while he was teaching the class and he would have none of it.

Most of my dreams are sexual in nature. Quite graphic and vivid, too. It's the most action I get these days.

I dont have sex dreams much.
4 in 16 years.
3 of those were rape dreams from like a year ago,
And 1 I dont remember really.


I have a lot of forum dreams though.

I have wet dreams sometimes.  I also wake up and masturbate almost twice a day now.... ugh.

I also wake up and masturbate almost twice a day now.... ugh.

I'm more surprised you're waking up almost twice a day. Do you get naps?
I'm supremely jealous.

Ditto.

Yea, I wake up after my nap at work and masturbate and then wake up in my bed and masturbate.

I dreamt about LG.
About Katie, and I think Zoomie.
Fy was in it too.
And there was drunk posting.

I keep dreaming about work, and fucking up at work. It's kinda disturbing, especially when I then have to wake up and go to work.

When I worked 8-5 I would wake up at 9 on the weekends and shout, "ah fuck! I'm late!"  Every single fucking weekend!

I've been dreaming about a girl I had a huge crush on in high school & living in Idaho.  It is incredibly depressing. 

I wake up in the morning wishing I had never left the Rockies, with a horrible feeling that I don't belong where I am.

I cope much better with fire, brimstone, apocalypse, whatever fucked up shit I usually dream about than relatively mundane, pleasant dreams.

Where are you living now, Emp? Are you on the East Coast?

Emps dreams make me suicidal...............

Yeah, I live in Baltimore.

I prefer the west.  If the job market in Oregon/Idaho/Washington wasn't already shitty two years ago, I would've moved back after I got my MS.

For the past two nights, I've woken up just as I dreamed of a hilltop on fire.

I have no idea what it means, but according to this website, it means I need to find a new path because my endeavors are basically fucked.

But you don't do anything so I don't get it.

I had a dream this morning I actually remembered. It was about somebody stalking my family by looking at genealogical websites and searching for my last name. Completely random.

I dreamed that the word "bale" was a curse word in other languages.

I dreamed of Christian Bale one time and it was a sexy party.

I dreamt of a bed in a bathtub.

it was a steel bathtub, and the steel frame support for the mattress was suspended on castors inside the tub.

1.5 hours sleep last night. I hate you guys.

I slept in the afternoon, and I had a dream about a dream that I was sitting with 13 on a white couch with a blue light shining on us from behind, and we were talking about why i had to move away.

but then i woke up in the dream and came here and told you guys about the dream.  the house i was in was really creepy, though, with tapestries and cloth hung all over the place, and not always straight against walls; sometimes, it was diagonal across a room or doorway.  so, i got a little freaked out in the dream, and thought "man, i need to get out of this place, quick."

and then i woke up and thought "man, there's no way i can tell them about that dream now."

so, here we are.

I never had the dreaming-you're-dreaming dream, but I did have the becoming-conscious-that-your-dream-is-a-dream dream. The dream people in that episode argued the point with me so emphatically that my neurotic nature surfaced and I began to doubt myself. So nothing cool happened: I didn't start to fly or get to have a threesome with anybody famous. I guess I learned something about my self-confidence levels, though.

I've been aware I'm dreaming lots of times, pretty often in fact. The worst is being in a nightmare, being aware of being in a nightmare, and not being able to will yourself out of it. Part of Coraline (which I watched last night) reminded me of that.

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I had a dream a few nights ago that some guys carjacked me. I handed over my keys and phone and wallet like a sensible person, and told them that was all I had. The lead guy got all in my face and told me he wanted the two ounces of weed, too. I told him that I didn't have those anymore, that I'd had them several days earlier and had dropped them off.

The guy grabbed at me and told me to take him to where I'd dropped them off, which was my house (all this is pretty factual, by the way, apart from the actual carjacking). I was fucked if I was gonna let these fucks know where I lived, or take them back to where Amy was and let them steal even more shit, so I grabbed the dude by the throat with both hands and strangled the fuck out of him against my jeep. Crushed his windpipe (it went "pop" which may or may not happen in real life, I have no idea) and killed him on the spot.

He slumped down on the ground and his boys ran away, and I was left wondering what the fuck to do. I figured there was nothing wrong with me taking back my stuff, since the police would probably just steal all the money in my wallet and I'd likely never get the phone back either, so I went through the guy's pockets and got the stuff. Then I called the cops, and started worrying about how they were gonna react to a foreign white boy having just strangled a local to death. Then I started really freaking out, wondering if I'd gone too far and hadn't really needed to actually kill the guy, despite the fact that he had a gun and probably would've killed me if I hadn't finished him. Then I started worrying if I could prove that I'd been in mortal danger, etc.

Then I woke up all freaked out. Worrying like that sucks in a dream.

Oh right, that wasn't actually a dream.

If I don't have sex for a week or more I start having sex dreams.  I hate them because I wake up alone in my bed after I have them.

You sure they are dreams ?

I guess they aren't dreams.