After I post this, I will have officially reached 500 posts on incels.is. With this being the case, I decided it is in my best interest to talk about something that I care about and that actually affects me as it relates to my inceldom, which of course is the reason for me being here in the first place.
When I was younger I used to get horrible sleep paralysis and insane nightmares that tormented me in my sleep. But now that I’m too old to be scared of monsters, my brain has found a new way to ruin my day with my dreams.
After a long day of being mogged by every single person I see, I often go to sleep and have dreams that a girl is showing interest in me or that I have a girlfriend. I’m sure this happens to 99% of us here.
The feeling of having a girl be attracted to me, and providing me with such a feeling which I have never experienced, just to wake up from it all and suddenly realize it was all fake, usually has me wishing I were dead for the next two days.
I’m not sure about others but sometimes even after I wake up it can take me a few seconds to realize that what happens in a dream doesn’t transfer to the real world.
So sometimes it’ll slowly dawn on me that none of it was real, even seconds to a minute after I’m awake. I hate it so much.
Hope somebody can relate.
When I was younger I used to get horrible sleep paralysis and insane nightmares that tormented me in my sleep. But now that I’m too old to be scared of monsters, my brain has found a new way to ruin my day with my dreams.
After a long day of being mogged by every single person I see, I often go to sleep and have dreams that a girl is showing interest in me or that I have a girlfriend. I’m sure this happens to 99% of us here.
The feeling of having a girl be attracted to me, and providing me with such a feeling which I have never experienced, just to wake up from it all and suddenly realize it was all fake, usually has me wishing I were dead for the next two days.
I’m not sure about others but sometimes even after I wake up it can take me a few seconds to realize that what happens in a dream doesn’t transfer to the real world.
So sometimes it’ll slowly dawn on me that none of it was real, even seconds to a minute after I’m awake. I hate it so much.
Hope somebody can relate.
