Whats up escapists, bit of a story for you, then a question. So i won't go into great detail, but i have been quite severly depressed lately to the point of shutting myself in and avoiding speaking to friends (even online) anyways, last night i had a particularly pleasant dream of a beautiful girl, more specifically me talking to her, i suppose its worth noting that nothing overtly sexual or pervy was going on, and i dont even remember what she specifically looked like beyond that she was attractive, however what i DO remember very clearly were the (seemingly) genuine feelings of love and happiness, something as you can imagine i'm not very used to in real life. Now anyone i know will tell you that im very much not the sappy romantic type, but i am prone to having emotional responses to things i see in games, movies, music etc. Anyways here i am staring into the eyes of my literal dream girl, with a feeling of happiness, the strength of which i've never experienced, only to come crashing back to my bleak, unsatisfying reality, and just like that i've gone from my absolute best to feeling lower than i ever have. Thats it, i guess i just thought such strong feelings were worth sharing, and i suppose this being a gamig forum its kind of an appropriate place to ask, have you ever felt such strong real emotions, in reaction to fake emotions? Well i guess they weren't fake but you get what i mean
Crushed by your own dreams
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I once had a dream where I was web slinging around a huge abandoned city that was standing tall from a shallow tropical ocean. so shallow that I could see the golden sand on the sea bed.
It was awesome
Then I woke up D:
It was awesome
Then I woke up D:
I dream of paragraphs.Carrots_macduff said:
No, anyway. To answer your question, yes. My dreams are many and varied, but the good ones tend to resonate with me right up until I remember they cannot be real and my life can't be that good, at which point I just feel rather pissed off at my life in general.
I had a really nice romantic dream about a girl I used to work with that I took on a date once (but things didn't really work out). I hadn't spoken to her in a long time. So upon waking up I thought I'd message her on facebook to see how she was doing... Then I found out she had un-friended me...
Two nights ago, I had a Dream where I was watching this Youtube Music Video for this odd song. I can't remember the song itself, although I remember the Title being "It's Too Late" (Not the one everyone knows), I can only remember the video. From what I can recall, the song comes from some Concept Album about a Cannibalistic Serial Killer. The showed some pictures; The Killer staring in a mirror and you see his reflection, a pair of humongous white tennis shoes with the feet still in them, blood encrusted on the shoe hole and one shoe being sawed at the toe region, and the killers little apartment, complete with a dead, half eaten body (It looked sort of real, sort of fake). What I really remember is the end of the Music Video, which appeared to be home footage of the Killer. Apparently, the Killer had this ugly dog with gray fur, off-kilter eyes, and a deranged look to it. The Killer says to the camera off screen "It's too Late for me. Come here you!" as he sits on the Couch where the dog is laying. The man puts his hand in the dogs mouth, and even though the dog is biting the heck out of his hand, the man pulls out one of the dogs teeth, which doesn't seem to affect the dog. Then, he grabs the dogs neck and snaps it (Please note, that the Dog Killing Bit looked, to me, as if it were staged and faked, especially with the odd looking dog). The video ended that way, and while I know I had more Dream, it didn't focus on the Serial Killer of the Music Video anymore, and I can't remember it.
Odd Dream...
Odd Dream...
When I have dreams like that, it occasionally upsets me I don't have that connection in real life any more, but on another degree spurs me to create one
I like to think of my glass as half full
I like to think of my glass as half full
Thank you everyone for your positivity, i was sort of questioning if posting this was a good idea while writing it, but now im glad i did. Also sorry for the unpolished wall of text, im not a very frequent poster so i guess i didn't really think about seperating the paragraphs, but ill keep that in mind for my next rant
I know how the OP feels. I've had recurring friends, love interests, and even a delightful daughter who looks similar to me and similar personalities (though in real life I can't give birth thanks to issues related with my birth).
What saddens me is that I know my brain is capable of producing wonderful feelings of being loved, perfect contentment, and euphoric happiness. Yet, when I wake up I am miserable and depressed. I have been suicidally depressed since I was little so I truly don't know what it is like to be happy. I've never had a carefree childhood or a feeling to contrast my depression with, thus I feel unable to truly let go of depression because it is all I know.
It feels like my brain taunts me, because it can produce those sensations of warmth and happiness, but it chooses not to when I'm awake.
I should note that I'm a very lucid dreamer that can manipulate my dreams like a director. Randomness doesn't occur. Perhaps that is due to being an extremely light sleeper so maybe a part of my consciousness is at work. I remember dreams very well most likely linked to fact that I wake up many times in the night and many more times that I don't remember. Thus, I'm always tired. (I don't snore, but I stop breathing at times)
What saddens me is that I know my brain is capable of producing wonderful feelings of being loved, perfect contentment, and euphoric happiness. Yet, when I wake up I am miserable and depressed. I have been suicidally depressed since I was little so I truly don't know what it is like to be happy. I've never had a carefree childhood or a feeling to contrast my depression with, thus I feel unable to truly let go of depression because it is all I know.
It feels like my brain taunts me, because it can produce those sensations of warmth and happiness, but it chooses not to when I'm awake.
I should note that I'm a very lucid dreamer that can manipulate my dreams like a director. Randomness doesn't occur. Perhaps that is due to being an extremely light sleeper so maybe a part of my consciousness is at work. I remember dreams very well most likely linked to fact that I wake up many times in the night and many more times that I don't remember. Thus, I'm always tired. (I don't snore, but I stop breathing at times)
I've had some dreams that made me feel pretty awful afterwards. For example, i had a dream once about a girl in my astronomy class who I considered WAY out of my league (more mature, intelligent, and attractive than me), but in this dream, i was in a very crowded urban setting with very muted colors (all dark blue and greyscale) and i kept getting glimpses of her walking away, and I could never catch up. Of course, this was after i had graduated high school and went to a different college, so I kind of just had to deal with regret of missed opportunities. (so ronery...)
HOWEVER!
i have also had pretty awesome dreams. One of the most memorable was about this strange, sentient blue gel. It must have been made of nanobots or something like that, because it would integrate with people, granting them more physical ability and linking them to a kind of hive-mind - not the kind that controls you, but the kind that allows mental communication between members. S*** almost made me start a religion.
HOWEVER!
i have also had pretty awesome dreams. One of the most memorable was about this strange, sentient blue gel. It must have been made of nanobots or something like that, because it would integrate with people, granting them more physical ability and linking them to a kind of hive-mind - not the kind that controls you, but the kind that allows mental communication between members. S*** almost made me start a religion.
Every career-based dream I've ever had has been crushed. I will never get to have a job I actually love.
