Existential
Nothing really matters...
HAVE SEX.
I don't give a fukk about flying, or magical powers, or reality-warping or ANY of that bullshyt.
After a night of alcohol, my dreams tend to be extra vivid. Last night, I was half awake, half asleep and then my body started floating through the ceiling out toward my neighborhood. I feel a brief sense of panic then realize "Oh, this is a dr--OH!" and immediately a perfect girl was licking my dikk.
You know how in dreams, images are in this grey area between a concrete visual and emotional-mental representation that seems to have heightened detail? Well this girl was like the hybrid between my ex and my ideal dream girl. Your dreaming brain has all the cheat codes to your emotions and so my dream brain basically created the hottest girl I've ever seen (perceived).
My dikk was harder than it could be in reality and she only licked me once from the bottom to the head of my dikk, and that was enough to make me about to cum. (See, I try to get it over as quickly as possible because dreams are borrowed time and basically she can't criticize my performance because she is just a mental construct.) But as soon as I was about to nut, and finally redeem that wonderful gift of spontaneous, free sex from the universe itself -- it was all over. A nikka was FURIOUS! Even in DREAMS, man? Even in DREAMS, a nikka can't nut? Not even premature ejaculation, just premature disappointment. Goddamn!
And what I hate most is how emotions are so intense during dreams, I bet a dream orgasm would be like losing a million virginities at once. Some metaphysical erotica level shyt. I'd probably nut in a dream and transform into an angel and break down crying like I fathered humanity, and nobody would know but me.
I don't give a fukk about flying, or magical powers, or reality-warping or ANY of that bullshyt.
After a night of alcohol, my dreams tend to be extra vivid. Last night, I was half awake, half asleep and then my body started floating through the ceiling out toward my neighborhood. I feel a brief sense of panic then realize "Oh, this is a dr--OH!" and immediately a perfect girl was licking my dikk.
You know how in dreams, images are in this grey area between a concrete visual and emotional-mental representation that seems to have heightened detail? Well this girl was like the hybrid between my ex and my ideal dream girl. Your dreaming brain has all the cheat codes to your emotions and so my dream brain basically created the hottest girl I've ever seen (perceived).
My dikk was harder than it could be in reality and she only licked me once from the bottom to the head of my dikk, and that was enough to make me about to cum. (See, I try to get it over as quickly as possible because dreams are borrowed time and basically she can't criticize my performance because she is just a mental construct.) But as soon as I was about to nut, and finally redeem that wonderful gift of spontaneous, free sex from the universe itself -- it was all over. A nikka was FURIOUS! Even in DREAMS, man? Even in DREAMS, a nikka can't nut? Not even premature ejaculation, just premature disappointment. Goddamn!
And what I hate most is how emotions are so intense during dreams, I bet a dream orgasm would be like losing a million virginities at once. Some metaphysical erotica level shyt. I'd probably nut in a dream and transform into an angel and break down crying like I fathered humanity, and nobody would know but me.
, you fukked it all up now, wake up 
" 
at the lost opportunity
im that exact way. Its pathetic. Im always tryna fukk in my lucid dreams
so i dont even try to fly anymore, i just leap away from danger
