/dr/ - Dreams

i had a dream where i was having sexual intercourse with a 13 year old girl. it was like heaven. we were a couple living together and having numerous sexual intercourse.

i was gentle and caressing her body and she was holding my body as we have sex. it was so good that when i woke up i cried because it was not real.

truly a tragic fate my life is

>>663
>i had a dream where i was having sexual intercourse with a 13 year old girl
based

>>659
Hey, thanks for the kind words! I think your point about family is valid-a lot of my dreams(that I can remember anyways) involve my family. It feels really morbid and weird, but oftentimes in my dreams my family members will die/disappear but I don't react to that in any way at all. I have a decently good relationship with everyone in my close family but I admittedly have been going through some difficult times recently so maybe that stress is getting through into my dreams.

>>666
Satan go away

>>87
I had a dream where I lived with a girl and we lived together as if we were married but really we were hardly boyfriends. It is a long story that includes exhibitionism and romance I could only dream it 3 times where one a beginning, development but without end I never managed to complete the dream and until today I can not stop thinking about it. Why do I dream this?

>>643
Ugh… Last week I dreamt about getting married with my ex-girlfriend (the only gf I ever had), I don't know why, I don't even like her that much (not even like her anymore), we haven't spoke since we broke, we haven't see each other since then, I don't hate her, but she was a completely slut.
Anyway I felt weird, it wasn't a happy dream, but it wasn't a sad dream either, I was a dream were my ex-girlfriend pushed me to get married, for no reason. I'm pretty sure it doesn't mean anything but I felt kinda awkward after that.

I had a snowball fight with lots of faceless people that were much bigger than me, like adults to a child difference in proportion.

Except we weren't using snow, we were using ourselves, as if made of clay. Scrape some from yourself and throw it.

>>535
>>533
I also had another recurrent nightmare.

Me and my family were walking towards some theme park and, to get there, we would have to walk upwards one of those swirly roads typical of parking buildings (or whatever they're called).
Most of the dream would be spent walking upwards.
At the end, we would see theme park, bright lights, fortune wheels and everything. All we had to do to get there is jump over a small ditch.

The ditch itself was very short, but it went very deep (all the distance we had climbed). Everyone jumped over it without problems, until it was my turn.
As I jumped, the ditch suddenly seemed longer than what I expected, and I'd fall to the pit. The vertigo always woke me up, and it'd feel as if I was being crushed against my bed afterwards.

I had an intense nightmare last night.
It's a bit hard to explain.
I was a child of 9 or 10 years in my dream.
I was dreaming (Yes, I was dreaming in my dream), in this dream my sister told me a very strange dream that she had about me, I also told her a dream that I had, in which I went to her room, and She was lying with part of her body on the bed, she was probably dead, half her head was missing, but there was no blood anywhere.
She laughed, and left my room.
At that moment I wake up (in my dream) and went to her room to her the strange dream I just had.
I found her lying just like in my dream, had been brutally murdered and there was blood all over the bed. It was pretty graphic.

At that moment I realized that my dream was a premonition.
I found my mother crying desperately.
At that moment he woke up and did not fall asleep all night.

I hope my English would be legible enough.

>>624
Scary.

This one's pretty weird, and doesn't really seem scary, but it scared the shit out of me and made me wake up at 3 in the morning.
>Am in some irish marching band for some reason (I'm not even irish, I'm a spic)
>Band takes a detour into a Jewel Osco (a lot of my dreams involve me going into grocery stores now that I think about it)
>Inside looks more like a well lit Tony's or something of the sort
>There's a gym in the Jewel
>We jog around the gym for no reason at all
>There's a oldass mexican looking cowboy, weird gait and generally very twitchy, huge ass hat
>Stutters when talking, isn't talking spanish, but not english either, sorta sounds crazy and talks gibberish
>Gives me a mangy blue sweater, and says it's mine (fucked if I knew how I understood him)
>walk alone for a bit
>now the grocery store looks more like a bodega/more grimy and dark
>It's also gotten a lot bigger
>look inside the pockets of the sweater
>an ID from my old middle school, belonging to some girl named "Loko" (crazy in spanish), no last name
>Picture shows her as incredibly deformed, whole face is patched with different skin tones
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>>577
it's resting in pieces now good riddance

>>578
thx meido :>

The greatest of things: I want to go to college, which I can't afford. I want a PhD in linguistics or computer science. I want to do science and research. I want to live in a small house, or even an apartment, as long as I can take care of a dog and a cat. Perhaps have a group relationship with some men, women, and the dog.
I don't want any money, assets, or anything: I just want to do fun, interesting things, and to explore the world, help people live better lives, learn new knowledge, and invent new ideas and theories.
>How do you plan to reach your goals?
The only way is to move to a country where universities are free.
>What have you done so far to succeed?
Bought a Czech textbook. Haven't been reading it yet since I'm unfortunately not free despite being NEET.
>What's keeping you down or what obstacles do you see in your path?
Capitalism, statism, religion, and family.
>>547
Those are some nice goals. I hope things go well for you. Why stop at a masters when a doctorate can help you be a researcher?
>>553
>happiness
Same.
>buddhism
>meditation
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>>547
I hope you use your good standing to try and help your nation. Brain-drain is why it takes so long for third-world countries to improve.
>>646
>Capitalism, statism, religion, and family.
Sounds like you're just blaming other things instead of the real problem: yourself. You can only improve yourself when you recognize what is wrong.
>>546
Well, I'd really like to be the king of my own nation, or a great adventurer, or a genius scientist, you know, all the things I'd daydream about when I was a kid. But they're unrealistic. And, since I started growing up, the fantastic in my dreams has declined. Now, I only daydream about a few things.
1: Systems. Systems of many different things. Like, I make up my own government for a fictional nation, or a own language. Usually without a ton of actual story. Just world-building.
2: Stories. Now, while the grandiosity in my dreams has dwindled, a bit is still there. And some of these stories aren't even that grandiose. But the difference between these stories and the ones of my youth is that these never involve me. Always a character who's separate from myself.
3: A mundane life. These are the only dreams I can really have with myself as the main character, anymore. And they go pretty much the same. Get out of NEETdom, get a job, an apartment, I spend some time imagining what the apartment would look like, Etc., then they diverge, a bit. Most, here, just end in me wallowing in alcohol and killing myself. But why is that? These are my dreams. They're supposed to make me happy. Why do I kill myself, even in them? I don't know. Now, some end in me becoming a hermit, building a cabin out in the woods of Maine, or somewhere, near a great forest, and a beautiful cliff by the sea, with a cold sand beach down at the bottom. Basically, I imagine myself living in my dream area. Then, in some of them, when I'm feeling really good, I imagine a woman coming into my life. I'm not often able to dream of women, because my self-inserting dreams tend to be more realistic, and I can't imagine a woman ever caring about me, but sometimes, I'm just feeling good. I marry her, raise a family, we move to Maine.
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>>647
>Sounds like you're just blaming other things instead of the real problem: yourself.
No, I'm a motivated and intelligent person, and I'd do many good things in life if I wasn't prohibited from doing so.
>You can only improve yourself when you recognize what is wrong.
Correct. I believe in the power of the individual, and see that many groups work together to make individuals suffer rather than thrive.

I often get bad dreams if I've had too much water before bed. I think it's my body's way of waking myself up to go take a piss.

wew it finally happened

I had fallen asleep on the couch after just having finished the 2001 cowboy bebop movie (It started out well enough but fell off towards the middle. overall I wouldn't recommend it) and some ice cream.

the dream took place in my house at night very dark, only a dim light was on in my kitchen which is where I was. I need to explain something really quick, IRL there is a facility relatively close to my home that works on airplane engines and when they test them you can here it for miles. It basically sounds like a normal airplane passing overhead but kinda different, its more rhythmic and it goes on for hours. It used to scare me as a child because I didn't know what it was.

So in the dream this sound was going but it was much much louder than it is in reality. I was a little on edge because of this and one of my dogs was also visibly frightened. My other dog was not present in the dream. The sound got louder and louder and now it sounded like a lawnmower was right outside my house. So that made me think there was someone mowing my lawn right out the window in front of me. I ducked down behind the kitchen counter so that he wouldn't be able to see me. I suddenly had a cup of boiling water in my hand to use to splash on him if he came in. I thought about going to get my gun but I didn't want to move and be seen.

Then I had a thought this man capturing me and my brother and brutally torturing us. We were tied up and hanging from a tree and he had those giant tree branch clippers and was cutting off our limbs. This scene was somewhat disturbing and gruesome but was not the nightmare part.

>>612 (Continued)

Then I was back in the kitchen. The sound had moved off so I stood up to peek out the window and in the corner of the room, near the window where my dog was laying in his bed before, there was an 8-10 foot silhouette of a very muscular humanoid demon with wings and horns. It looked kinda like the included image but 1000x scarier. Also its wings were folded in not outstretched like the image. As soon as I stood up it started hastily walking towards me and closed the 20 foot distance between us almost instantly. When it got to me it reached it arms out and grabbed me and lifted me up by the neck. I was struggling to breath.

As soon as it got me the dream ended and I was thrown into this sort of semi-conscious limbo state, it was just blank greyness. I thought it was sleep paralysis at first because I couldn't move and kept trying too. I tried opening my eyes but I couldn't and didn't even have a body which led me to realize that it wasn't sleep paralysis but didn't know what it was. I kept struggling and trying to move and eventually it felt like I was moving. Soon after I woke up breathing heavily and trembling. It felt like I was there really long time but in reality it probably wasn't more than a few minutes.
Looking back on it now I guess it was a technically a lucid dream at that point but I just wasn't conscious enough to really take control of things

I hope this was a somewhat coherent read and apologize if it wasn't as I am not very good with my words.

All in all it was an interesting experience and wouldn't mind if it happened to me a bit more often. Obviously I don't want it to happen every night but maybe once a month or so.
Is it strange that I desire this? We humans enjoy a good spooking every now and then- if we didn't the horror genre wouldn't exist correct?

>>612
>>613
Very coherent, and a good read. I'm glad this finally happened for you. And by the sound of it, it really happened hard lmao. (And the sleep paralysis combo)

Being frightened releases endorphins which make us feel kind of good, alive. Especially for the unstimulated and sedentary, deviation from the norm via a shock really can put things in to perspective.

I hope you have more soon too ;)

For me, when I wanted nightmares, I got them.
Just make sure you want them, and you'll get them.

Too many times anon. Their always so vivid it makes me incredibly disappointed to forget.

All the time. I like to feel sand between my feet, smell the ocean, smell drinks and food, anything.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, I once dreamt I was my pillow, and somehow I felt things. That wasn't realistic at all.

>>640
Forewarnings of what?

Also that man looks like Benjamin Franklin and Dennis Quaid had a kid.

Some revised ministry stuff, wrote about it on /his/, so copypasta.

You have a monarch, raised and educated to be the most efficient ruler he can be, but instead of absolute power, all he gets is to be the head of the senate, of the nation, and to have a few extra votes in the senate.
Also, there would be ministers, who are appointed by the last ministers, based completely upon skill, and departments within those ministries.

Ministry of War; Departments of Police, Border Control, of Firefighting, and the Military.

Ministry of the Post, News, the Census, and Public Entertainment; Departments of Carriage Post(Mail delivered by carriage), Bird Post(Mail delivered by trained birds), the News(Weekly newspaper, with everything said by politicians, word-for-word, information released by the government, recent events, short-stories, puzzles, census data, Etc.), the Census(Makes censuses about everything imaginable), and Public Events(Circuses, plays, other organized public events, Etc.)

Ministry of Health, Education, Museums, and research; Departments of Health(Maintains hospital

>>632

Ministry of Health, Education, Museums, and research; Departments of Health(Maintains hospitals and clinics, one in each town), Education(Maintains schools, one in each town), Museums(Maintains museums, might just be one in each big city), and Research(Based in the National University, researches health, history, science, Etc.)

Ministry of Building and Maintaining(Builds and maintains everything built by the government, basically nation construction company); Departments of Roads, Sewers, Public & Government Buildings, and Inspecting.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs; Departments of [Every nation we have relations with]

Ministry of the Treasury and National Bank; Departments of the Treasury, and the National Bank(One in each town).

Ministry of the Courts; Department the Court(One in each town)

>>633
Oh, and change Ministry of Health, Education, Museums, and Research to Health, Education, Museums, Libraries, and Research and add a Department of Libraries.

OP here, recently been chewin' on an idea.
A radio show. Stay with me, now.
A radio show about a noir-style detective. Framed in his tapes. He'd record everything, from his ramblings while pacing, to his street interviews, to all his phone calls.
Episodic cases, probably two hours a week on some station.
Opening would be him pacing and rambling about something, just his footsteps, breath, and shirt buttons snapping as he does and undoes them.
Set in the year it airs, he doesn't really like modern conventions, but ends up doing a lot of internet searching off-air, since he can't get a ton of real work.
Became a detective after buying the office, making a website, Etc. on a drunken night.
There would be no description of him, but we'd gradually learn about how he looked through other's observations, like how he's missing half his right thumb(This comes from my grandfather, I thought it'd be an interesting addition.)
In the very end, his cassette recorder would be shot, and we wouldn't know whether he lived or died.
Now I'm just coming up with a few episodes.

What do you think? Would you tune in every week?

Lately I've been daydreaming about two things.
One, what I'd do if I could redo life by reincarnating as myself but younger. I'd fix many things, and learn so many arts and sciences.
The second would be what I'd do if I had some godlike regex powers.
%s/[:peoplewhomaketheworldworseonpurpose:]//g