So I just woke up from one of the most brutal dreams I've ever had. It was pretty much about the first girl I ever asked out.
In the dream she actually said yes, and we went out on a date, and she actually seemed interested in me.
This is when it gets brutal.
So the dream progresses until I come to the realization that I am dreaming, and I wake up.
I end up waking up (a dream within a dream) to the sudden realization that It was over. I guess in the second part of the dream I became really depressed and started ranting to some foid about how it was over and how I was sub5.
I was pretty much trying to explain the blackpill to her but she couldn't understand the concept. (Even foids in my dreams can't understand the plight of inkwells kek)
I was sitting near a lake and looking at my reflection of my face in the water, and I looked so defeated and sad.
Then I actually woke up and realized that I am so defeated and broken that this shit even follows me in my dreams, and I can't even pretend to have a scenario about love without realizing that it is fake.
In the dream she actually said yes, and we went out on a date, and she actually seemed interested in me.
This is when it gets brutal.
So the dream progresses until I come to the realization that I am dreaming, and I wake up.
I end up waking up (a dream within a dream) to the sudden realization that It was over. I guess in the second part of the dream I became really depressed and started ranting to some foid about how it was over and how I was sub5.
I was pretty much trying to explain the blackpill to her but she couldn't understand the concept. (Even foids in my dreams can't understand the plight of inkwells kek)
I was sitting near a lake and looking at my reflection of my face in the water, and I looked so defeated and sad.
Then I actually woke up and realized that I am so defeated and broken that this shit even follows me in my dreams, and I can't even pretend to have a scenario about love without realizing that it is fake.
