Dreams can also be a hidden message from your subconscious warning you about something.

For example, I had several dreams of desiring a penis ever since I was 18 for four years. I would try to attach a dildo or a phallus-like object to my crotch area, even focusing my dream energy and will into that area so it would attach permanently in order for me to have intercourse. I am an experienced lucid dreamer but despite this, nearly 99.9% of the attempts to attach a penis to my body failed. It baffled me to no end because I knew (back then) I was a male, why was it not attaching...?

When I came out as non-binary, more specifically agender and my desire to be sexless, those dreams suddenly made sense. Thinking back on those dreams, I didn't have a vagina in them either. The penis refusing to attach was my subconscious way of telling me that I do not desire a male body for sex, even I convince myself I want to. Either that or my subconscious could have been a troll.

i've never tried lucid dreaming a penis. my dreams are so rarely lucid there isn't much of a point...
but i have dreamed that i had a fully functional one attached, and it didn't feel bad at all.

if dreams are reenacting my past... i must have been a serious mass murderee in a previous life that i can't remember.

I bring things back from the dark shores of dreaming, fragile seeds of memory that sometimes take root in the light.

I wish to forget rather than remember. memory just brings more harm than it does good. I don't attach becuz all good things end in an instant and its so easy to slip and lose everything.

Quote from: Vampire Brianna Terryal Onyx on October 31, 2014, 03:03:06 PM
I wish to forget rather than remember. memory just brings more harm than it does good. I don't attach becuz all good things end in an instant and its so easy to slip and lose everything.

Because good things in our lives end sometimes, is a weak reason not to find meaning in anything...

Life is what you make of it, it can become what you choose, just as it can be empty of meaning if you choose nothing for yourself..

Everyone here cares for you, is wanting to say anything and everything to try and help you feel happy and worthwhile, and you only see some of us still with suspicion and indifference..

Maybe in real life you see everyone as out to hurt you, but here in this place, we are not..

Sorry for my bluntness...

life is indeed what you make of it. you choose to be happy or miserable because of free will. i'm not even going to say however or but than go into detail.

the heart that cries in the night
the heart that screams with fright

the heart that sings all day in pain
the hearts painted with blood stain

the heart the tries to smile and laugh
the heart that is split in half

the heart filled with nothing but regret
the heart that wants the world to reset

the heart looks at the moon and weeps
soon the heart will finally go to sleep

My heart feels split in half many times...

I wish sometimes the world would reset..

The world will always be better..
With you in it now and forever..

trying to make a hicu? lol

lets play a game. i'll ask a question and you answer, than i'll tell you what spot you landed at. its like a board game.
first question: there is a blue and red door. which door do you enter? you can only go through one

i don't have a fireproof suit, so i take a deep breath and walk through that blue door.
let's hope there's only water on the other side.

I would pick neither but that doesn't appear to be a choice. I will walk through the red door.

The question is, which door would you walk through, Brianna? 

i'd walk through the black door if that was a choice. the green and purple ones also look tempting though...

  okay.... Blue door.!

What's a hicu.? 

A haiku is a form of Japanese poetry.

Can I just burn down the doors and curl up to sleep in the warm embers? I hate making decisions.

*piles up firewood in front of the doors*
i hope there's not a very dry forest behind there.

If anyone wants to choose a door I'd hurry up. Also bare in mind it could be a one way trip

A one-way trip? That sounds terrifying.

I do not know what is on either end of both doors, I cannot make a decision if I do not know what one-way trip I am making.

I take back my answer. My original gut feeling was pick neither door and I shall stick to it.

 

i wouldn't necessarily hate a one-way trip to neverending darkness. seikima-ii made that sound really nice.

was choosing from the assumption that this might be something like that old fairy tale.
a guy's on his way home through the woods, probably been to the market of something.
of course this trip will last more than just a day, and just as he is about to give up on walking home though the night, he sees a light in a distance.
it's an inn, he sees when he gets closer, and the folks who are staying there invite him in to a party they're holding.
he doesn't need to pay anything, they're pretty nice people, and the more the merrier. right?
but when the night comes, he does have to choose which one of the spare beds to sleep in. the red or the blue, is the question.
and he chooses the blue one.
lucky for him, it turns out.
the morning after, he wakes up half soaked in a pond, right beside a still smoldering fireplace.
guess what the red bed was...