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Because I am.
Anyone else here so ugly they even get rejected by girls in their dreams?
I have lucid dreams so no luckily
I don't remember a single dream anymore and i can barely see things in my head either. It's over.
I recently had a dream in which an ethnic paid me to sweep the floor of their shop which was in a basement for some reason, does that count?
i do, all the girls that sometimes appears in my dreams completely ignore me, usually they are walking around/kissing with their BFs while i watch in third person like a ghost
Also when i dream of going ER or just beating up people my arms and punches are somewhat slowed down and they cause no harm. Same when i dream about shooting handguns, the bullets are in "slow motion" and again cause no damage... over for nightmarecels
Also when i dream of going ER or just beating up people my arms and punches are somewhat slowed down and they cause no harm. Same when i dream about shooting handguns, the bullets are in "slow motion" and again cause no damage... over for nightmarecels
holy shit I have the exact same experiences. I've always wondered why the bullets go slower then they should and I think it's because my subconscious knows that if I ever do go ER, it won't do much good anyways. It won't change anything. Going ER will only change society if we all band together and do it as much as we can on some specific day. Unfortunately that'll only ever be a fantasy.
I dreamed last night about a girl i tried to fuck and she just couldnt get wet.
No larp
No larp
if you get a lot of nightmares you can actually use that to get into lucid dreaming using the MILD technique. In a nutshell (MILD = mnemonic induced lucid dream) you need to have a memory based condition to make you consider that you could be dreaming since normal logic doesn't work within dreams but memory does. For example, you make yourself remember: "if I see a gun, or a bullet, I should check if I am dreaming". And then you perform a dream check (there are tons of them, look online or ask me) This technique works beautifully for people with nightmares because you can use that as a trigger
One of the most absurd things about being particularly ugly is that you have no chance of being loved either above the horizon or beneath it on the nightside of the world. Though I've had myriad demons visit me once my eyelids close and my spirit slips down to wherever it is the does sun when relinquishes its reign of the heavens, a succubus has never been one of them. I've fallen asleep with guttural voices gibbering in my ears, been roused from slumber by invisible hands gripping my wrists and icy cold breath upon my neck but there's never been some spectral caress or words of otherworldly endearment.
I've always wondered why, given the number of accounts I've read of those who experienced such delusions. In my more mystical moments, I've assumed Satan would bother to waste his glamours on something like myself since every monster belongs to him by default. During others when I became more mystical even still, it occurred to me that the purported Prince of Darkness had once been an angel of light and, having once been beautiful, understood how horrifying ugliness actually was. Lord Satan may have sworn himself to moral wickedness, the type that both men and angels are susceptible to, but even the God of the World grimaces in disgust when faced with natural evil, the type that he, depraved though he was, would be cast into the Lake of Fire and consumed before ever having to participate in it. Given that, though a being nearly beyond the capacity for mercy, even the captain of the fallen angels found the prospect of sending a beautiful devil to embrace a repulsive abomination unthinkable. Though Father Lucifer had orchestrated massacres and holocausts, watched with a wry smile as he conspired to murder Creation, he still had enough of God's light shining within him to find the notion of an ugly man being loved, even in a dream, an atrocity even he was incapable of permitting.
Setting aside such musings, an ugly man can't be loved even in his dreams because men are not God and, regardless of how desperate we may be, are incapable of creating ex nihilo. Even the most depraved whore can escape her various humiliations in Dreamland and experience what it is like to be pure because, despite all of her transgressions, there had been a time when she had been innocent. She had fallen from grace but that means she knew what it had been to live in a state of grace even if it had been a very long time ago. The old men bound to wheelchairs can allow a stream of morphia to carry them back to the days when they stood upright, the jilted lover the moment when his lady actually desired him...even if she did so for only a second before betraying him. Even Lucifer could never be damned in the same fashion as a demon like Mephistopheles because the former could only walk the avenues of the City of Dis as a foreigner while the latter had been born in its filthiest ghettos. Devils can dream while monsters are incapable of such a feat because a true monster has nothing to dream of, nothing to remember. They were born into darkness and are condemned to eventually be swallowed back up into it because God saw fit for them never to have glimpsed the light.
"Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?" We see that question quite a bit don't we? "The ugly man who was never loved certainly has it easier than the man who's had myriad women who later betrayed him because our unlucky lover knew what he lost while the abomination never will." That's the response we inevitably receive, isn't it? Just one more rationale for condemning the ugly for resenting the fact they weren't permitted to live in the manner the happy and healthy take for granted.
If nothing else, those men who loved and lost can close their eyes and remember what it was like to be loved once again, if only as long as the sun is willing to remain beneath the horizon. Not ideal, to be sure, but far preferable to living as the sort of thing whose dreams are necessarily nightmares and who, when they fall asleep, don't feel the touch of some succubus' lips upon their ticking jugulars but the fangs of the dragon eager to rip them to shreds, bleed them out, and return them to the unmarked graves reserved for all of the things too ugly to warrant even the illusion of love.
If you want to learn the wisdom of men, you can ask those decrepit people who dream in the spaces between the stars. Though their lives are nearly over, they lived once and can impart the wisdom of the grave to those who deserve graves, will have their burial sites mourned over and remembered if only for a generation or two.
If you want to learn the secrets of monsters, the things whose very first language was the tongue spoken down in Hell, go ahead and converse with the abominations for whom even a dream of frigid starlight light is an impossibility and who endure the span of their lives in those unimaginable places where succubi and their infernal father, let alone angels and their heavenly one, fear to tread.
I've always wondered why, given the number of accounts I've read of those who experienced such delusions. In my more mystical moments, I've assumed Satan would bother to waste his glamours on something like myself since every monster belongs to him by default. During others when I became more mystical even still, it occurred to me that the purported Prince of Darkness had once been an angel of light and, having once been beautiful, understood how horrifying ugliness actually was. Lord Satan may have sworn himself to moral wickedness, the type that both men and angels are susceptible to, but even the God of the World grimaces in disgust when faced with natural evil, the type that he, depraved though he was, would be cast into the Lake of Fire and consumed before ever having to participate in it. Given that, though a being nearly beyond the capacity for mercy, even the captain of the fallen angels found the prospect of sending a beautiful devil to embrace a repulsive abomination unthinkable. Though Father Lucifer had orchestrated massacres and holocausts, watched with a wry smile as he conspired to murder Creation, he still had enough of God's light shining within him to find the notion of an ugly man being loved, even in a dream, an atrocity even he was incapable of permitting.
Setting aside such musings, an ugly man can't be loved even in his dreams because men are not God and, regardless of how desperate we may be, are incapable of creating ex nihilo. Even the most depraved whore can escape her various humiliations in Dreamland and experience what it is like to be pure because, despite all of her transgressions, there had been a time when she had been innocent. She had fallen from grace but that means she knew what it had been to live in a state of grace even if it had been a very long time ago. The old men bound to wheelchairs can allow a stream of morphia to carry them back to the days when they stood upright, the jilted lover the moment when his lady actually desired him...even if she did so for only a second before betraying him. Even Lucifer could never be damned in the same fashion as a demon like Mephistopheles because the former could only walk the avenues of the City of Dis as a foreigner while the latter had been born in its filthiest ghettos. Devils can dream while monsters are incapable of such a feat because a true monster has nothing to dream of, nothing to remember. They were born into darkness and are condemned to eventually be swallowed back up into it because God saw fit for them never to have glimpsed the light.
"Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?" We see that question quite a bit don't we? "The ugly man who was never loved certainly has it easier than the man who's had myriad women who later betrayed him because our unlucky lover knew what he lost while the abomination never will." That's the response we inevitably receive, isn't it? Just one more rationale for condemning the ugly for resenting the fact they weren't permitted to live in the manner the happy and healthy take for granted.
If nothing else, those men who loved and lost can close their eyes and remember what it was like to be loved once again, if only as long as the sun is willing to remain beneath the horizon. Not ideal, to be sure, but far preferable to living as the sort of thing whose dreams are necessarily nightmares and who, when they fall asleep, don't feel the touch of some succubus' lips upon their ticking jugulars but the fangs of the dragon eager to rip them to shreds, bleed them out, and return them to the unmarked graves reserved for all of the things too ugly to warrant even the illusion of love.
If you want to learn the wisdom of men, you can ask those decrepit people who dream in the spaces between the stars. Though their lives are nearly over, they lived once and can impart the wisdom of the grave to those who deserve graves, will have their burial sites mourned over and remembered if only for a generation or two.
If you want to learn the secrets of monsters, the things whose very first language was the tongue spoken down in Hell, go ahead and converse with the abominations for whom even a dream of frigid starlight light is an impossibility and who endure the span of their lives in those unimaginable places where succubi and their infernal father, let alone angels and their heavenly one, fear to tread.
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probably true, i would surely fail too
thanks i'll look it up, didn't know about these techniques
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Running also seems to be a bit difficult sometimes. Some actions seem hard to do in dreams.
I've had sex in my dreams before. Woke up with cum in my bed. Wet dreams.
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