[QUOTE=solid_jake;24356233]LURKING is why this thread sleeps so much[/QUOTE]
We're literally just waiting for it to die a painful death.
So we're going to Disneyland on Sunday instead. Three guys, three girls. My sisters paired me up to do stuff with Dani, like they're encouraging it.
I'm in a weird situation. I really, really want something to happen, but know it really can't.
I would post more if I had interesting things to post about :sigh:
But I don't take a million naps so it's only one a dream a day for me.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;24356352]We're literally just waiting for it to die a painful death.
So we're going to Disneyland on Sunday instead. Three guys, three girls. My sisters paired me up to do stuff with Dani, like they're encouraging it.
I'm in a weird situation. I really, really want something to happen, but know it really can't.[/QUOTE]
Age doesn't matter. My parents are 5 years apart and that didn't stop them? Why would you let 2 years stop you now?
Could I drink a bunch of water before bed and then use that to properly WILD :v:
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Automerge :argh:
[QUOTE=yourshadow;24356422]Age doesn't matter. My parents are 5 years apart and that didn't stop them? Why would you let 2 years stop you now?[/QUOTE]
She's a Junior in HS and I'm a 2nd year college student (skipped some grades).
I feel like if we tried something there'd be some distance to it and that doesn't seem fair to a high school girl.
It's more the concept that he's afraid he's gonna fuck up at this point.
Their views may be different due to age
Younger = Tighter :smug:
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[QUOTE=TrafficMan;24356474]Younger = Tighter :smug:[/QUOTE]
That is a fucked up thing to tell a guy if you're not in it for the sex
[QUOTE=solid_jake;24356480]That is a fucked up thing to tell a guy if you're not in it for the sex[/QUOTE]
It's a bonus, I'm sure she's a nice girl as well.
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Now I feel bad for being derogatory :frown:
You should feel bad damnit.
Now he's thinking about this girl's sex life.
:sigh:, ok, ok, I decided to post this thing.
So I came into the alley before my backyard on my bicycle, where I saw some art contest going on. Me watching all paintings getting torn down (I do not remember how, I think they just fell off), and just vanishing 5 seconds after they hit the ground. Only one painting was left, which was apperently mine.
The jury comes in, composed of people in North Korean/Soviet kinda uniforms. They praise the painting for it's "awesome geometry", or so I think, and they asked me to come over there (I was standing a bit in front of the alley). I see the painting now, it was about my German teacher (which I do not like that much). I was asked if I did paint it, and I said yes.
Then, my teacher walked out of a random door, and had a talk with me.
Now is this a bit fuzzy, but I haven't kept a dream journal for a month or so.
All right, all right, I'll post.
Trying a WILD method I just learned. Will report the results tomorrow when I can.
I've only had three or four lucid dreams in my life.
Wish me luck.
Even posts like this is great because it leaves discussion open when you return.
SEE?
Also, I'm not new to lucidity. I've done a lot of personal studies on sleep and learned quite a bit. It's just the method of obtaining lucidity that gets me.
I'd post my dreams and whatnot, but they're all weird as fuck. I mean really, for the last two or three nights they have all been about two retarded children who attend my school.
[QUOTE=PwnNoobsFtw;24356838]I'd post my dreams and whatnot, but they're all weird as fuck. I mean really, for the last two or three nights they have all been about two retarded children who attend my school.[/QUOTE]
The weirder the better.
[QUOTE=TrafficMan;24356853]The weirder the better.[/QUOTE]
Very well. Let me type one up.
During childhood, i always had dreams that involved nudism for some fucking weird reason. And nowadays, my dreams are mostly sidescrollers.
[QUOTE=PILLS HERE!;24354902]How can one sleep when it's hot outside and is anxious for the next day?[/QUOTE]
Dreaming is what I look forward to. :eng99:
Anyways I find your guy's conversations interesting and funny sometimes. If I could lucid dream I would properly join in. But Im working on it. Speaking of I tried WILD last night and it basically kept me up all night, AND I didnt remember a single dream. So tonight Im jusrt going to let it flow and see if I remember. I think I am going to try and perfect dream recall before I really try lucid dreaming. So good night and goodluck to all! :eng101:
Goodluck
Alright, so it began, as far as my memory is concerned, with me and an autistic child named Ishmael walking a hallway in my school. Or at least kind of my school; it was like it but really fucking huge.
I still can't remember why, but for some reason we had to give Ishmael's name to my old English teacher. Problem was, Ishmael insisted on stopping every few seconds to do really retarded things. Two things I remember in particular is he was pretending to be a dragon and kept running into the lockers, and he kept making this noise that he makes, that can be best described as: "a-a-a ooraow."
So, eventually, I got Ishmael to the teacher, who I might add is very fat. I was urging Ishmael to give his name to the teacher, but he refused. When I asked him why, he gestured to the side. I turned my head and saw another two retarded children from school standing in a doorway. One of them was a very fat half-black boy named Damon, the other a very fat black girl whose name I'm not quite sure of. I stared for a moment at them, as it was quite a sight to behold. These two were not only retarded, they also looked very retarded. Damon looked at me, and shouted very loudly, in Ishmael's voice, "ISHMAEL MICKENS!" I was rather shocked, so I turned back to the teacher to see what she would do. She raised her arms very high into the air, and they began to jiggle profusely. I then fell through the floor. I can't really recall most of the next part, all I know is I ended up in a very dimly lit room with dirt floors. This is where real strangeness began to occur. I heard screaming, and I turned to see the aforementioned English teacher running very, very fast, which is most likely faster than she could ever manage in real life. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she just ran by into the darkness. So I just kind of shrugged and started looking around. The place where I had been originally facing was now occupied by a mattress and a little table. For whatever reason, this frightened me greatly, and I went to get rid of them. As I put my hands on the table to move it, I looked down at the mattress, and saw my fatass English teacher being raped by giant fucking praying mantises. I was terrified, and began to run, but there was another praying mantis in my way. It grabbed me with its hand, which do not belong on praying mantises, and out of the darkness rose a giant, bug-like dick. This is the last I remember, I think I'm glad it is. I mean seriously, what the fuck?
I'm off to bed
I'm trying to Lucid Dream (Like half of the people here) and I've started to say in my mind that I will do things that my subconscious wants me to do, like a test, but in real life. Because I learned (Or from what Jake said) that your subconscious can hear you when you think.
Last night, I barely remembered my dreams, but I remember seeing one of my friends, whom last I saw had long fingernails.
Considering I had long fingernails, I took that as a sign to cut them and remember to cut them when necessary.
Basically, the way I want to try to get into a dream is for my subconscious to trust me, kind of like Jake.
I wish i could gain Lucidity. Purely because my ex is haunting my normal dreams and i figure that way i can make her dissapear
:sigh:
Finally had a dream I remember last night.
It started off as a bunch of incoherent weirdness involving me shooting at my friend with a sniper rifle (I don't want to think about the implications) and getting arrested by the police chief in Hot Fuzz , but eventually everything focused into something that made sense.
It was in the future, and humanity was at war with some aliens. Because of the shortage of adult soldiers, children were taken from their parents when they were young and had their minds uploaded into these flying robot eye things that had near-godlike power. I was one of those things, and I was in a team consisting of me and two other robots that were both mentally five years old, a boy and a girl.
We did some pretty awesome stuff, like investigating a person that was receiving messages from outside earth. She turned out to be a dragon-like alien in disguise like we thought, but she was a diplomat sent to make peace, so it was all good. We also visited a training ground where Boy Scouts (!) were trained to become child soldiers. The creepy thing is that it all seemed OK to me in the dream.
Suddenly the two other robots I was with started talking in my mother and father's voice. They told me that they had found a planet with intelligent life on it far away from the war. I was tired of fighting, so I went with them to it. But instead of a planet, there was a black hole. The two robots started laughing insanely, and I knew they had destroyed the planet. They shot a beam at me that created a black hole, and they were sucked in. I flew away to Earth, but the black hole was expanding and right behind me. I threw a baby in (:geno:) and it disappeared. The black hole had consumed the enemy aliens worlds on the way to Earth, so I just floated on the edge of Earth's atmosphere, staring into space. Then I woke up.
I don't have (or remember) dreams very often, but when I do they are pretty good :unsmith: .
[QUOTE=solid_jake;24356525]You should feel bad damnit.
Now he's thinking about this girl's sex life.[/QUOTE]
Band Camp.
:(
Had a sad dream last night. Will post it later (I actually put some effort into writing it this time). Just need to reinstall everything on computer again.
So I tried WILD last night and failed. I felt this weird feeling though. It was like my bed or body was turning really quickly. Was I close to SP?
she doesn't HAVE a sex life. we're both christians and she's homeschooled.
And now that I think about it, her being homeschooled means us together wouldn't really take away from the high school experience. Score.
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