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I hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
I hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
fuck. i just woke up from another dream about having a girlfriend.I remember one time 1 year ago i dreamt of my crush. I dreamt thst i was going on a date with her, a prom to be exact. On this prom dste she woukd tell me thst she has always loved me, looked up to me and then i kissed her and started to fuck her. Ofc then i awake with a hard one. For one moment i thought it was real, thst she would be on the other side of my bed. Only when i then put the lights on did i relaise it was all a dream. I looked on insta after on her profile only to see some shit where she was partying with others whilr i was rotting.
Our brains are torturing us. It is putting up displays of things we will never have because it yearns for them. The physiological need for sex, the need for warmth, intimacy, and happiness. Yet that will never happen, we will never have companions to help us in our lives, for our basest most animalistic instincts have been unleashed in the most senseless debauchery to ever be witnessed.fuck. i just woke up from another dream about having a girlfriend.
this time it felt worse waking up. way worse. i hate myself.
Ur not alone bruv, everyone is in search of something real.. but only some find itI hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
I hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
That’s why I don’t sleep as much now, I’m scared of dreaming because of the chance I might dream something like you described. Our mind plays tricks on us everyday, and we can’t control it, we are slaves.To some, dreaming is a good cope. Where we can use it as a form of escapism, where we can escape our mediocre to downright horrible lives and experience what our lives might have been if the odds weren't against us.
But there's a dark side to it. When you dream and have a great time with your fictional gf, suddenly you wake up and get a grim reminder of what's real and what's just mere imagination. It's basically just another fucked up way of reality tormenting us. It's showing us what our lives might have been only to strip that away from us like we are part of some cruel joke.
It's basically like having a feast infront of a starving person, where all he can do is watch. It's honestly fucked up if you think about it.
I also remember back in 2020 I think where I dreamed of having a blonde, blue eyed gf that looked like she came from some anime. Anyways, she was having a handbal session and I was there to support her. After it ended, we were doing what normal couples do, having a good chat, laughing, hugging, looking at each other's eyes. All was good until the brain decided I was dreaming too much and pulled me back to my shitty truecel life.
And holy fuck was that brutal! I could vividly remember searching for blonde stacies on the internet to remember her face, to not let the brain hide her in my subconscious mind. And for the rest of my day, I was thinking of her, thinking what my life would have been like if she were real and me and her were a real thing. Even to this day I sometimes get reminded of her. You know your brain is a motherfucker when pulls bs like this.![]()
Glowin' a bit, m8?To all the people who relate with this message, i want you to be my friend and talk to you
I’ve stopped doing that thankfully
I wouldn’t be surprised if you got banned for being a faggotI once dreamed about NTR'ing Sandy Cheeks on her wedding day with Spongbob
I hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
How Am I a faggot if I dreamed about fucking a woman?I wouldn’t be surprised if you got banned for being a faggot
I hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
I had love to give but the world killed it
real, I never once had a dream about this stuffSame. I think my brain is incapable of cogitating such scenarios, hence a dream wherein a girl loves me is incomprehensible; it would be equivalent to asking my brain to dream about square circles.
Brutalreal, I never once had a dream about this stuff
To be honest it always makes my day, i already know any romantic interaction involving me can only happen in my dreams so why ruin my mood thinking about something I already knew years ago when you can just be thankful that it happened in ur dream. If you just think about how brutal it is after you wake up you might forget the parts in your dream that made you feel something youll never feel in real life. Feeling thankful and trying to remember ur dreams usually helps with not forgetting them. Your life is miserable so when you have a nice dream like that try to be happy about it, you have a whole life feeling miserable and sorry infront of u so enjoy these little breaksTo some, dreaming is a good cope. Where we can use it as a form of escapism, where we can escape our mediocre to downright horrible lives and experience what our lives might have been if the odds weren't against us.
But there's a dark side to it. When you dream and have a great time with your fictional gf, suddenly you wake up and get a grim reminder of what's real and what's just mere imagination. It's basically just another fucked up way of reality tormenting us. It's showing us what our lives might have been only to strip that away from us like we are part of some cruel joke.
It's basically like having a feast infront of a starving person, where all he can do is watch. It's honestly fucked up if you think about it.
I also remember back in 2020 I think where I dreamed of having a blonde, blue eyed gf that looked like she came from some anime. Anyways, she was having a handbal session and I was there to support her. After it ended, we were doing what normal couples do, having a good chat, laughing, hugging, looking at each other's eyes. All was good until the brain decided I was dreaming too much and pulled me back to my shitty truecel life.
And holy fuck was that brutal! I could vividly remember searching for blonde stacies on the internet to remember her face, to not let the brain hide her in my subconscious mind. And for the rest of my day, I was thinking of her, thinking what my life would have been like if she were real and me and her were a real thing. Even to this day I sometimes get reminded of her. You know your brain is a motherfucker when pulls bs like this.![]()
Dreaming of girls creates cortisol spikesTo some, dreaming is a good cope. Where we can use it as a form of escapism, where we can escape our mediocre to downright horrible lives and experience what our lives might have been if the odds weren't against us.
But there's a dark side to it. When you dream and have a great time with your fictional gf, suddenly you wake up and get a grim reminder of what's real and what's just mere imagination. It's basically just another fucked up way of reality tormenting us. It's showing us what our lives might have been only to strip that away from us like we are part of some cruel joke.
It's basically like having a feast infront of a starving person, where all he can do is watch. It's honestly fucked up if you think about it.
I also remember back in 2020 I think where I dreamed of having a blonde, blue eyed gf that looked like she came from some anime. Anyways, she was having a handbal session and I was there to support her. After it ended, we were doing what normal couples do, having a good chat, laughing, hugging, looking at each other's eyes. All was good until the brain decided I was dreaming too much and pulled me back to my shitty truecel life.
And holy fuck was that brutal! I could vividly remember searching for blonde stacies on the internet to remember her face, to not let the brain hide her in my subconscious mind. And for the rest of my day, I was thinking of her, thinking what my life would have been like if she were real and me and her were a real thing. Even to this day I sometimes get reminded of her. You know your brain is a motherfucker when pulls bs like this.![]()
Real. And even that is too much to ask for igI hope the world burns I fucking hate everything. All I wanted was love.
Lucky them, I never dream.To some, dreaming is a good cope.
its not sweet lolol it may be nice during the dream but waking up is pure ropefuelaw man I never had any of those waifu dreams before, but that would be really sweet
Brutal read I agreeTo some, dreaming is a good cope. Where we can use it as a form of escapism, where we can escape our mediocre to downright horrible lives and experience what our lives might have been if the odds weren't against us.
But there's a dark side to it. When you dream and have a great time with your fictional gf, suddenly you wake up and get a grim reminder of what's real and what's just mere imagination. It's basically just another fucked up way of reality tormenting us. It's showing us what our lives might have been only to strip that away from us like we are part of some cruel joke.
It's basically like having a feast infront of a starving person, where all he can do is watch. It's honestly fucked up if you think about it.
I also remember back in 2020 I think where I dreamed of having a blonde, blue eyed gf that looked like she came from some anime. Anyways, she was having a handbal session and I was there to support her. After it ended, we were doing what normal couples do, having a good chat, laughing, hugging, looking at each other's eyes. All was good until the brain decided I was dreaming too much and pulled me back to my shitty truecel life.
And holy fuck was that brutal! I could vividly remember searching for blonde stacies on the internet to remember her face, to not let the brain hide her in my subconscious mind. And for the rest of my day, I was thinking of her, thinking what my life would have been like if she were real and me and her were a real thing. Even to this day I sometimes get reminded of her. You know your brain is a motherfucker when pulls bs like this.![]()





