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Captchas didn't work. Sticking to janitors while we try to think of something else.

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Dreamed that I was being chased by three bogans. I tried my best to elude them. I went through an exposed concrete rainwater sewer system and reached a primary school. I knew I might get caught by a teacher or security guard or something, and since primary school teachers aren't known for their intelligence, get screamed and assaulted at for being a 'pedophile' even though I'm 20, but I decided it was worth the risk, and by the same token, that risk would repel those bogans anyway.

I discovered that the school had upped the security since I left it years ago and had a huge metal bar fence surrounding the whole thing. Anyway, I climbed that thing and thus began a thrilling escapade involving teacher evasion and peeping from around corners, etc. Whenever I ran, it was agonisingly slow and difficult, as if my legs were walking through honey. Anyway, it was really difficult, but I managed to see the opening to the gate. But alas, I thought to myself "Shit" because I saw those three bogans lurking in the whereabouts of those gates.

This is bullshit, shouldn't the teachers have started raging on them already? Probably the mere fact that they're bogan already precludes them from being pedophiles I guess. Anyway, ideas started flowing through my head how I get past them and escape through the gates to my home. I wanted to avoid a situation where I had to fight them, or where they noticed me and followed me to my home.

They were split up and patrolling the area, so I thoguht it might be possible to ambush them one by one while they're out of sight of the other, and slash their neck from behind. But its pretty stupid to kill someone over just getting chased, that just makes things worse. I settled on waiting and spying on them until they left the gate area to patrol other areas. Then I would quickly dash out while their backs are turned and hide behind a low brick wall which marked the boundary of someone's suburban property. I'd crawl in the dust, keeping a low profile so I wouldn't pop out behind the wall, and climb over the next fence after checking I wasn't being seen, slowly making my way closer to my house. And thats the end of the dream. pic unrelated


For the past three days I've been waking up at like 6:30AM, which is during dream-phase sleep. Lately ive been trying to enforce lucid dreaming by 'questioning' reality while I'm awake, so it must be a consequence of that. I can remember my dremas much more vividly, haven't gotten lucidity yet. But this really sucks because I can't go back to sleep, and I need to have my brain in not-dead mode for uni. so this is fuckin' gay man.


Let us know if you have any new dreams about your sister, Sino.


sure bro


Everything in this dream was dark, cold and a little blue, as if it were raining outside,

For some reason I bumped into the Chinese guy in my old high school friends group in a university cafeteria. He was standing at a counter trying to buy probably a meat pie or donut or something, and I remarked to him that this cafeteria was similar to the one at my uni, even the fact that it was dark and they didn't turn the lights on.

Now heres the strange bit. I saw M again. I saw her walking around campus and I mustered up the courage to talk to her. Some things happened, then the context changed. We were in class, but not any classroom I've ever been in before- it was a japanese style arrangement with single wooden desks and we were sitting next to each other. It was a cold dark classroom. The music teacher from my high school, Mr N, was up the front.

For some reason I knew it was a grade 6 class, but everyone looked like they were in their teens. Me and M were at least supposed to be in grade 11 or 12 but were in this class to catch up or something. I was confused by this and with a little trepidation asked M how old she was, cause all this shit didn't make sense.

She became all serious and then explained she was significantly older than anyone else in the class, even myself. Back in the class, she leaned in to tell me a secret. She whispered into my ear some short poem about being abused by Mr N. I was overwhelmed and wasn't sure how I should've reacted, it felt good to be so close to her but at the same time I was scared of getting caught by Mr N up the front, and at the same time I didn't know what I could do to help if true.

Then after she removed from my ear I actually found out she just put an earphone in my ear and the warmth was from her hand. To my surprise I didn't get caught, and that was because Mr N was himself writing on the board a long series of passages explaining what happened without mentioning any names or other specifics. Everyone was copying it down, for some reason. Anyway I was disgusted by the whole situation, but I felt I had to be a pillar of support for M.

After school, me and M were kicking an inflatable silver-coloured beachball back and forth to each other in a city courtyard. Then when it was time to go home, we had to climb over this long mountain composed to huge sandstone blocks. Chopin's Nocturne was playing in this scene. She was dressed like that girl in Saya No Uta, a flimsy dress with nothing else, not even shoes, and I saw she was struggling with climbing over the blocks and scratching her knees and elbows. I was reminded that although she could be pretty assertive and surprising at times, she was still a girl and lacked the physical strength to do these things.

In a Sundome-esque scene I helped her up one block then offered to give her a piggyback ride over the rest of them. She held on to me and her weight made the climb far harder- before I expected piggyback rides to be easy- almost as if I were assuming a girl wouldn't weigh anything at all- which was obviously wrong, girls weigh a lot if you're carrying them. She was also pressing down on my shoulders and that unbalanced my body. I was seriously struggling and proceeding at a snails pace and she was like 'You don't have to do this, y'know' but I was like 'Nah, I'm not letting you get all scratched up. Besides, I wanna look manly in front of you!'.

When I woke up, I still felt her weight hanging off her shoulders.

Why the heck do I keep dreaming about M? I'm not even particularly attracted to her, and I haven't seen her in years. Even if I search in my subconscious or deep in my heart, I don't really feel anything much. Is it because shes the only girl I actually did things outside of high school with, the only girl who responded positively when I interacted with her? I would like to dream more about S, but whenever I do its always about being lost and trying to find her or trying to get a better angle to look at her face, and failing on both counts. I suppose it might be because I've got no material to base dreams off of S, while with M there is plenty. M's face is distinctive and I've seen it many times in high school- I can visualise it instantly, whereas S's I have to think hard and only then its just remembering her image in a photo. When I need a girl to hang out with in a dream, M appears, along with plenty of information to extrapolate from. After the dream, I got the feeling that I should catch up with her and try to stay friends in this stage of life after high school, since we had similar interests and she always seemed accepting of me. But how would I do this?


Two interesting ones today.

1. For a brief while when I was sleeping, I became aware of myself breathing. I was struggling to get air, sleep apnea style, and could hear myself snoring/choking(?). In my hazy state of sleepiness/awakeness I figured that if I regained full consciousness at that time, I'd get sleep paralysis, but would I be able to get over the freaky things that the mind might conjure up and continue to breathe?


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2. I was in this big carpeted room. There were three mothers and they were having a great time chatting to each other and breastfeeding each other's babies. I asked the guy next to me "Isn't that, y'know, disgusting?". Apparently not, because they were doing it like it was the most casual thing, I guess.

Then suddenly two of the women turned into porn stars and there was a third guy in the room, and the two other guys and the three women started having a group orgy. (The babies disappeared- fell out of the equation). I didn't fit in because my appearance was nerdy and my dick was average sized rather than huge like the other guys. However, I wanted to have sex and didn't give a fuck so I did some things that were out of character. I stripped, waving my dick and jacking off next to a woman so she'd pay attention and service me.

It took a while because they all wanted to ignore me, but finally some blonde curly haired bitch came. There was the blonde, a brunette and an asian- I wanted the asian but since it took me so long to get the blonde I decided I wouldn't push my luck for the time being. Suddenly the realisation hit me that I was really actually going to get serviced by a porn star. My dick went rock hard and started leaking pre-cum like crazy.

She started giving me a blowjob. The feeling of her touch felt so good. Within seconds I felt like I had to cum right away, but I held on with all my might and managed to oscillate inside the narrow semi-orgasmic state thats right at the edge of cumming. The only thing stopping me was my determination to continue enjoying this pleasure. I I was secreting pre-cum at rates I had not experienced before, right into her throat, and even some of my real cum began leaking in with the pre-cum although I didn't ejaculate or orgasm yet.

The more she stroked and sucked on my dick, the harder it became, to the point where I think the pressure actually made it expand a small, but noticeable, amount. Maybe this is why male pornstars have such large dicks, I thought. Besides, y'know, obviously having a big dick in the first place.

After a while we all switched girls, and the long haired brunette girl started giving me a titty fuck. Pic related. She offered a brief respite from the blonde chick since the titty fuck was less stimulating and I didn't find her hot anyway. Later we switched again and I got the blonde chick again. I was a bit disappointed because I was holding back so I could cum with the asian chick, who I found the hottest. I wanted to squirt my massive built-up load while she was giving me a loving handjob while looking into my eyes. But beggars can't be choosers- I was lucky to be in this situation anyway. The blonde went on with her business and for some reason my dick started becoming thicker, but also shorter this time, and the more blood went to my dick the more this happened, to the point where my dick was just this wide, short stump. Fuck I don't know, dreams don't make sense. The end.


Ah, I just had the second part of this dream last night. I hadn't cum yet, luckily, and the asian chick slinked over to me and turned into my sister. She put her underwear onto me, turned around, and farted. I came so hard I had a wet dream.


I was in some sort of little witch academia universe. The witch school was in a holiday house having an excursion or something. It was a wooden house on stilts with nice things like a veranda, big benches with tomato sauce and mustard bottles on them etc. But it was crowded and absolutely stuffed with witches though. The witches have to sleep shoulder to shoulder on the floor.

My friend was a witch who was pretty good at combat magic. She looked sorta like Kaga Ai from SZS except cuter and with fuller hair on the back. She was super enthusiastic about the camp because some really old dwarfish looking guy who was an expert on combat magic was coming to give a talk. This could be her big break into the combat magic industry if the dwarf guy noticed her. She was running off all the time and I coudn't find her and avoid looking like an loser standing alone. Myself, I was a map-making witch, which really isn't a witch power at all, but whatever.

At some point in the dream I became self aware (I would hear myself snoring, but was still in the dream). I decided this little witch thing was interesting enough but I wanted something more. I became myself and conjured up a hot asian chick who looked like Alina Li but with a cuter face and bigger, more sultry eyes. So I'm having sex with this girl and it feels boring because it doesn't feel like I'm really there. I debate whether lucid dreaming is worth it because I could simply imagine myself doing this while I'm awake, with less effort. Anyway I cum and my penis dry heaves IRL a few times.

Later on my dream becomes even more incomprehensible. I'm on a semi-submerged pier near a beach with a whole bunch of tourists sitting on the pier with me. There was something to do with a class and one of the teachers wanted someone killed and I had to do a speech/questions on George Orwell, and there was a famous photographer who took a picture of Orwell so thats how peope noticed his works posthumously. And there was a cardboard box with three killer fish in the water, and someone knocked over the box so the fish swam out right towards my dick trying to chop it off with their snappy jaws so I jumped back on the dry part of the pier and thats when I woke up.


The dream was some weird combination of Ender's game, The Matrix and Gantz. I was some Neo-esque hero. After Moprehus explained what the Matrix was (in the first movie) he went on to explain the rules of the game. I was the final hope of all humanity and I had to win against the enemy lest we all suffer a horrible fate.

I got teleported to a dusty old warehouse used to repair trains. It was extremely cluttered with machines and old greasy parts, which I could use as cover against the enemy. You see, we both had mini-black hole emitting guns which could instantly kill you, but as long as there was not a direct line of sight between you and the enemy you could not get hit by a black hole. Also I could bend the laws of physics and use this to dodge, hide behind cover etc. We played cat and mouse amongst the machinery. He was a vastly superior fighter and I was always on the brink of death.

In some other place my friend from high school unpacked many large parcels containing vacuum-packed aliens. The aliens were hotdog-meat coloured and each carried a weapon which looked like a controller with a big cable coming out of it. Me and the enemy both had a platoon of aliens to command. The aliens could function autonomously but were unintelligent fighters this way. You had take control of them directly via mind control to have any hope of winning the battle.

Suddenly I was in my kickboxing club (which is really just a hall/basketball court). I was inside the shed which stored the sports goods while the enemy was at the entrance of the hall at the side of the building. The situation was looking dire. I flipped over an old coffee table and used it as cover as I made my way towards the enemy hiding behind the entrance. Suddenly disaster struck. The enemy was controlling black crawling insects and they were making my way towards me. I couldn't flee because the only safe place was behind the coffee table. One of the guys from kickboxing threw me a pack of screwdrivers and told me to kill the bugs using the screwdrivers. I tried to throw them at the bugs like darts but I was not skilled enough to kill them.

There was a timeskip and I found myself on the train tracks of a suburban trainline. This was my final showdown with the enemy and the situation looked dire. I had lost all my aliens because I lacked skill in mind controlling them (i.e: couldn't do it) and now I was completely in the open with no cover to hide behind. Prior to this, Morpheus had explained that after the games were over, the entire race that each side represented were tortured by being compressed by the gravity of a black hole. The more you got hit by black holes in the fight, the more your race got tortured. I was facing a vastly superior opponent, with no cover, no aliens to control, and no skill in combat, manipulating reality and mind control. I saw that there was no alternative for me to win other than to tank many mini-black hole attacks in the hope of getting a lucky shot against him.


This dream seemed to be inspired by the game Battle Realms and eastern mysticism. I was the hero Kenji, wielding a bow and a sword, and I had to make my way to the evil leader. My retainer Otomo, wielding a huge sword, led the way while I provided support by shooting arrows and watching behind us for sneak attacks, sometimes using my sword when things got tough. We had to fight our way through a school building, clearing room after room of knife-wielding geisha, ninjas, female assassins with covered-up faces and the like.

Finally the evil leader, a ninja, appeared while we were clearing a room. After a brief confrontation he knocked me out. I woke up in a temple with my head shaved, right next to the enemy leader who also had his head shaved and was wearing monk's robes. In the middle of the room was a large sealed-off iron cauldron. We were next to the cauldron and cut off from the rest of the room by a rope partition.

The enemy was laughing. He said when the enchantment was complete he was going to seal the spirit of the dragon inside that iron cauldron and there was nothing I could do about it. I was the heir of the dragon clan, so I had the spirit of the dragon in me. The spirit was what made oru clan strong. If I lost the spirit then our clan would lose its courage and honour, become weak, and degenerate.

I stood up and tore the ropes away, then grabbed the enemy and pushed him against the wall. I told him: "If I can break free of the ropes and push you around like this, then god never meant for it to happen. Think of all the lives you killed trying to do this!". I beat him up and smashed his body through a few walls. He got beat so hard he reverted back into a child- a small child wearing monk's robes. After the beating I told him "Never do evil again.". In a nearby room I saw an elderly woman washing dishes. "You can start by helping her do the dishes.".

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