Normally I don't have sex dreams, however . . . .

Last night I had a somewhat interesting one. Apparently I was with a bunch of people and there was going to be some sort of orgy. I don't know why (maybe just my masculine ego) but basically there were a 2 or 3 girls and 2 or 3 guys and the girls were going to give the guys blowjobs. For some reason I was distracted and missed the entire ordeal so I didn't get a bj I AM VERY MUCH SADDENED BY THIS. My dream ends with me convincing a girl to give me a bj even though she had already given one and didn't want to give another. Unfortunately in most of my sex dreams it seems like I don't actually have sex I just get the promise of sex or see some rather than actually get it.

I dreamed I was watching alice in wonderland. There were pipes everywhere like in super mario,and if you touched them, skeletons would come out. Then I'm not sure what happened,but there was music and vaginas and witches with giant nipples for boobs.

Then the night after I dreamed of young goku living in a cardboard box fucking chichi. o.0

Did someone touch you in your no-no spots as a child? You seem to enjoy talking about rape that involves you.

why the ban ? I think she was relating a dream.
I think.

i was indeed
i was banned for posting a pic from failblog.

>>1581
Also I forgot to mention that Spiderman was wearing a top hat.

>>1577
If tldr don't bother to post rather than spamming the op.

Best dream ever.

This happened to me once and it scared the hell outta me.
I was lying on my side and saw two people in my room. One of them was going through my desk and the other was standing in front of me holding a strange object in front of my face. I knew that I was being robbed and believed that this object was being used to keep my from being able to move or speak. I feel back asleep then and when I awoke again they were still there, going through my things. I fell asleep a third time and when I woke back up they were gone.
Nothing was missing or moved, my door was still locked from the inside. It seemed so real but in the end it must have just been S.P.
I always just assumed that I was awake enough to Know where I was and my position in bed, but still asleep enough to be unable to move and still be dreaming.

You should call Dr. Zorba Paster.

Yeah I've had this shit a lot. While trying to fall asleep I sometimes get paralyzed and can hardly breathe. It feels awful, sometimes I even have hallucinations of someone being in my room, or suddenly falling through a trapdoor, which snaps me out of it. Mostly I have to wait for it to be over, I can't will myself out, but I can still think consciously the whole time. It's an ordeal.

Thankfully it's not too frequent any more.

OP here, sory for not replying for a while there. I've been on a good streak of no s.p. since my last post.

>>1709
Usually when I try this nothing happens for at least 5 minutes, at which time I try to fall back asleep.

>>1716
This is a good idea, usually my breathing changes into shallow fast breaths, probably cause i get scared as hell. I'll really focus on this next time and see what happens.

>>1736
thats odd, i didnt know this could be linked to epilepsy. my general doctor told me she thought i may have some form, very mild in any case, and never thought to bring this up to her. you may have just helped me improve the quality of my life!

>>1737
I've heard people have this similar scenario before, and often think its aliens. not that i dont belive in them, but it seems kind of obvious that those cases are sleep paralysis. though s.p. isn't something that's common knowledge enough for people to not immidiately make assumtions like aliens or something otherwise supernatural.

>>1748

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He's a forced meme.

He's nothing but a legend. He looks generic enough so that almost anyone can say they've dreamed about someone who looks like him. There is no such thing as the magical "dream man".

In my dreams, any person I don't actually know (fictional character, friend or family member) is rendered as a blurry-faced ghost, of sorts. I'm fairly sure that's how most people dream, as if you ask them to describe a "random face" they will invariably produce the features of someone they know, even if they don't do so consciously.

Also, thousands? Are you kidding? There are 7 billion people on Earth, and every single one of them dreams. Seven thousand out of 7 billion is one ten-thousandth of a percent. Watch one of those Discovery Channel specials about one of those rare and obscure diseases that was only discovered in the last year. Yeah, the ones that so many doctors fail to diagnose? At that probability, you're more likely to have one of those rare diseases than see this man in your dreams.

Also, he looks sorta like Pee-Wee Herman, to me.

Just ask your friend's brother if he has a vagina. If he says no, tell him to prove it.

I enjoy your writing style,sir. Did you ever consider writing a book?

My brother has the worst case of fungus ever, it's just forest mushrooms coming out of his right foot, some are white and look like champignons and some are a deep blue. He trows one at me and I'm so disgusted I feel I need to take a shower. The bathroom is L shaped, and there's nothing but showers, at least eight of them, kinda looks like a prision shower again. I walk through the longest end and turn around the corner to find my mother about to take a shower too. We have a very short chat and she suddenly notices my penis, which is now half erect. And I notice her. She barely looks like herself, only her face and the tone of her skin are accurate and both look at least 20 years younger (she's 60). She has very small breasts and a considerably big ass, and not a sing of being older than 40. She starts blowing me and we eventually have sex.

First time I have a sex dream with a family member, and it had to be my mother. Ok, could have been worse, could have been my father.

First dream:
It seems we have a farm of some kind, even though all I see is a small shack and green, flat fields all around, covered in three-feet-deep trenches, extending for miles apparently, and in a perfect grid pattern. There's a lagoon nearby, as it would seem, there's a small island in the middle.

Anyway, I'm there with my brother, and there's a huge, I mean huuuuge pig inside the shack. Apparently, or according to my brother, we have to sacrify it. I'm very attached to him, so the whole dream lives out like a sad, tragic story. The pig won't come out of the shack, so it's my job to get him out. I persuade it to get out, like one would persuade a dog or a kitten. I go "come on, boy! you can do it! come to me, good boy", as tears fall from my eyes, it feels like I'm betraying my best friend into his own death.
We get the pig out and after navigating in and out of the trenches we get to the lagoon. My brother is pretty pissed off at this point, he's loading the shotgun and getting into position when the pig jumps into the water and drags me. My brother is enraged, he drags the pig into the little island in the middle of the lagoon as I push it from behind. We get it into the island, my brother puts the gun into the pig's mouth as I hold its hand/paw/whatever like he's a dying member of my family in a hospital. My brother pulls the trigger. I feel the impact. I go deaf, and fall into the water, I notice I am bleeding from the mouth. things go black. As I wake up I get a quick glimpse at something that looks like a review of the previous event as if it was a movie.

Second dream:
This is a collage of seemingly non-sequitour scenes, they are related, but only barely.

First scene; It starts at some sort of prom of last day of highschool, I'm in this huge room with a lot of people (rounding the 100), and I'm saying goodbye to a bunch of them, we're all dressed with a school uniform. I'm apparently now waiting for two friends, one of them is my oldest friend IRL, and the other is a character on the dream, this guy who's new to town, and we're to live together apparently.

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Convulted dream, most of what I can remember involves me, this woman and this other man who looks an awful lot like Dexter in a gun fight, it's the woman and me against this guy, and I come to understand that this woman was his girlfriend/wife and I stole her form him, and he came to kill both of us. The fight ends with him getting shot twice in the head, I'm holding a rifle and she's holding a pistol, but it looks more like he got hit really hard in the head, there's barely any blood and despite being shot twice, he's still conscious and walking around.

We're at this cabin of sorts, looks even like an outdoor bathroom in the middle of a forest

When we shoot at him again, he seems to fall on his knees, and then I notice there's a lot of stuff lying around on the grass, I see a number of sunglasses. The woman and I are about to leave, but I feel sorry for him (apparently he was a friend of mine, man, I'm such a good friend), and go back to accompany him in his last minutes of life. He puts some sunglasses on, one of many laying around, and I do too. He points at a different pair and says those would fit me better. He dies, I lieave.

Then the dream turns to me noticing the glasses are broken, and walking into what looks like a mix between an antique store, a hardware store, a tobacco shop and some sort of (I guess nonexistent) general repairing store. There's a bunch of people so I need to take a number.

Not sure if it's the same dream or a different one altogether, but after that I'm in this big old house having to take care of two small dogs who pee everywhere all the time (and I mean ALL THE TIME) and two little girls whom I think I know IRL. Something happens, either someone breaks in and fucks shit up, or I do, it's not clear in the dream, since I take the perspective of whoever broke in, and the dream ends with me jumping out a window and falling on a cop, and running away.

Then I have a short dream where I get a second computer and pass most files from the old one to the new one for storage.

>>1669

Op here. Damn, sir. That's pretty awful. I can very much relate. In an odd, fucked-up way.

>>1669 here, happy to report I had a hot sex dream last night THAT DIDN'T INVOLVE FUCKING ANY FUCKING MEMBERS OF MY FAMILY!!

I was Sakura hanging out with the other genin from the show Naruto, and we were at some fun event that was like camp, except it took place inside this large house. After it was over, I got separated from everyone else and found myself in this large empty room at the front of the house. There were two large square openings with heavy drapes covering them. The one behind me had a black curtain and led to the rest of the house; the one in front of me had a white curtain and led to the front lawn. I saw pale bare feet sticking out from under the white curtain and knew it was Sadako from the movie Ringu, and got scared. At this point I realized I was dreaming and willed Sadako away, and it worked. I ran off and found this strange bed that looked like my couch and was made of the same super-soft microfiber. I conjured up this beautiful dream woman. She was curvy, with tanned skin and wavy jet-black hair. She looked a lot like the lead singer of Evanescence. She was already naked so she got on the bed and I jumped right on her. We kissed passionately, and tribbed, and I ate her out. I felt it, and tasted it, and had an orgasm! It was awesome!

I've also had dreams in which Sadako was an element. She's just fucking creepy...

Lately my dreams have been uneventful, and sometimes just odd. Last night's was about me and a girl I know driving around in my friend's Dad's pick up. But it was being pulled by a bicycle, and we nearly crash several times, and there were old women gardening... (op)