No.100608[Reply]
In this thread we will talk about anything related to sleep, dreams, nighttime, etc
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>>3337Today's dream involved going outside at night and finding some qt goth chick who asks me to help walk her home. On the way, some beefy dude shows up and starts stabbing me. I stab him back worse. We both start running out of enough blood to continue stabbing, so I tell the girl now would be a good time to stop being useless. She then proceeds to kill him. Meanwhile I stay conscious long enough to get dragged into her house to be patched up. Win?
No.100894
I had a dream that I drove to the store, but when I tried to go back home I got completely lost and every street I turned on was a dead-end cul-de-sac with unfinished houses.
No.100897
Anyone else here deal with the bullp**p known as insomnia?
Last night I was so tired from not sleeping well the prior 3 nights. I laid down at 9:30 which is only 30 minutes early for me. Felt like I was about to doze off a few times but then jolted awake suddenly and felt wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. Took me hours to fall asleep at this point and then when I finally did I woke up at 4:30 anyways .
How do u sleep
No.100902
dreamed about havin sex lol
No.100903
>>100897I only get it if I'm stressed, so I just try to clear my head. Read a book, watch a video, something passive that distracts me from the feelings of dread.
No.100960
Today, dreamt I was in my hometown city. Not a single nigger or spic or sodomite in sight, everything was White and clean. My one sibling was giving me a ride to go pick up my car from an autohaus, but I let him drop me off a few blocks away so I could walk and get a little exercise. On the way, I ran into an oldtimer driving by giving away beer, which I took a can from. Walking away, I came across a long rowhome on a corner. The side facing the street had open cabinetry but it needed repairing, and repairing i did. While I repaired it, I found plates and cups and other dishware that I organized into the different cabinets. After everything was finished, I realized that everything was very exposed and anybody could come in to steal things out of the cabinets but then I also realized there were no subhuman NIGGERS around to do so. Then I wondered where all the dishware came from and pushed aside some of the cabinets to see there was an old porcelaine store forgotten behind them. As I went back to explore the place, there were stairs to the right. Some nosy neighbor came by and started telling me the history of the place, talking about "back in the day this used to be a nunnery" and as they say this and I'm halfway up the stairs I'm now a Catholic priest and everything's all done up all fancy like, and I'm there to talk to some noblewoman about having a crises of faith. As I'm listening to her talk, I'm thinking to myself that her issues are caused by the failures of the Church, and if it's the Church's fault then the Church needs to change, and as I start ruminating on what those changes should be I wake up.
