Before I had my heart event, the doctors said it was not a heart attack but something definitely happened and they gave me some meds, I a rarely remembered one or two dreams a week. Now I remember 6 or 7 dreams a night and some occur within 15 minutes of me falling asleep. They are very vivid. I would guess about 10 % of them involve sex. Most are about involve my wife one way or another. Some are about a male friend. I am bisexual. With almost all of them I wake up with a hard on. My wife usually gets the benefit.
I was assigned male at birth and still have male anatomy and I have always had wet dreams more than most. In my teens they were almost every night. Sometimes 2 or 3 in a single night. By my late 20s, it was just a few a month. It was good as far as forcing me to be less ashamed about that kind of sex/body stuff in front of others. I'm 42 and still have them regularly. Had one a couple nights ago.
I usually have them while trying to sleep, like in and out of sleep - it torments me because I live alone, and I couldn't be bothered to masturbate because I am usually too tired. But they are very vivid and very real, usually about the same person. Been happening for a while now. I remember them being more powerful when I was much younger, like barely a teenager.
My dreams are similar....they are sereal. Sometimes, I wake up in a sweat like I have been going at it for a long time. Many times, I need to masterbate. This happens even if I am too tired. Afterwards, I fall into a deeper sleep. Sadly, I also have PTSD from war and those are even more vivid. Fortunately, the VA has worked with me and those are less troublesome. Sorry I drifted off topic Peace and love
curious, when you say they are usually about the same person…, has that been the same Person since you were much younger? It sounds like there was a very lasting impression that you continue to recall or possibly fantasize about - or maybe your mind takes further in your dreams. Care to share a little insight into where that takes you? Would love to hear how it plays out it you are comfortable sharing.
It's different than what it was like when I was younger. These days its the same person that I am in love with. He haunts my mind and my heart all day and it carries me into the night - it's tormentuous really but still very vivid.
My sex dream is always the same i have been. Following bonnie blue for a while now and being in a room with all those men ( if you don't no get to no ) we'll I wake up dripping
I very seldom get sex dreams my most recent one was the wife spanking my bare ass and the neighbor lady rings the door bell. Wife say says come in it’s unlocked, Then I woke up.
The reality of combat isn't the same as portrayed in Hollywood. People see the medals but only see the physical scares and cannot relate to or see the mental scares that can effect some for the rest off their lives. If people say they are not scared of anything they are just stupid and dangerous. Being a good soldier is the ability to confront and unutilized the fear, aggression, and adrenaline, to your advantage which is a skill in itself. War surves no purpose apart from making politicians RICH and more powerful for their own ends. And not the people and families involved and caught up in it.
My dreams usually involve an orgy with Pamela Anderson, Ariana Grande, lindsey Dawn McKenzie and My Cherry Crush. With Ariana in full latex and strap on.
Luckily for me it would be sex dreams of old classmates, crushes, certain celebrities I never thought in a million years but right there at that very moment we just did the deed man. I would gladly tell that to my bros in school or in the car somewhere as a funny joke and we'd all get a good laugh out of it. Good times
I have only had a small handfull of wet dreams. Half a dozen maybe. From memory fairly graphic and the ejaculation is about equal. Apart from that, VERY rare.
Sex dreams. Yow. Oh boy, ok, I dreamed this dream just a few nights ago, at the very tail end of a psilocybin experience. This is not a story, this dream really happened. I'd also taken about 600mg CDP Choline that morning as well, and the previous day had a very intense 1.5hr weight training session. Maybe that specific combo contributed to the epic clarity of this dream, who knows. My only regret is that it didn't go lucid. If it had, maybe it would have ended in a less nasty way than it did. Bear with me, this was a long dream, and please be forewarned - it was an unusually erotic dream. Which is why it's in this thread, so I'm assuming it's ok to relay this in here. I immediately wrote it all down upon awakening. So, here it is: I find myself walking down a sidewalk at night, next to a long fence to my left, fronted by very tall, sparse shrubbery. The street is dark, but there are high, bright lights beyond the fence and I can hear people talking and laughing, and occasional popping sounds. A tennis court. There's a soft, humid aspect to the night, and I can actually feel the sweat on my skin in the languid summer air. I can feel it too much. I look down at myself and a bright shock goes through me as I realize all I'm wearing is running shoes, a black garter belt, and sheer black stockings. And that's it. I look around in a panic and see an abandoned house at the end of the sidewalk way down the street, and just as I see the house a loud buzz from beyond the tennis courts goes off, and I know it's a campus tennis court, and it's the end of the day (even though it's full dark outside), and then I hear doors loudly unlatching and many new voices, all of them coming my way. Now my heart is pounding, I'm in full panic mode, and I race for the old house, passing students walking beside me just on the other side of the fence, barely obscured from their sight by the shrubbery and shadows. Then something shifts, and I'm in the house, looking out the front windows, and students are walking past the front porch in front of the house. And they're all female students, every one. It's a women's college. As I watch, a group of 6 or 7 veers away from the sidewalk and starts up the porch steps and I turn to run farther back into the house but there's nothing but a single doorway. I bolt into the doorway (which has no door), and beyond the door is nothing but a small room, blank walls, no windows. I feel the panic rising again as the coeds come in the front door, chattering and giggling. I'm trapped. I press myself into a corner of the room, not knowing what to do. The thick, heavy fragrance of weed drifts back to me, and a few minutes later it gets real quiet. For some reason the smell of the marijuana is getting me high, and all I can hear are whispers and quiet giggles from just a few feet away from me, right around the corner. The feminine voices are having an effect on me, and despite trying not to, I gradually swell to full rigidity, feeling thoroughly stoned, and the realization of my condition, and what I'm wearing, and the extremely risky situation I'm in only ramp up the excitement building in me. I look down at my dripping self and I can't help it, I know it's gonna happen, I won't need to even touch it. Now it's dead silent. One of the girls clears her throat and whispers something, and I hear more quiet giggles. Then, "Hi,Tom". Shit. I freeze, trembling. How do they know my name? I'm shaking with dread now, yet my arousal keeps building, ramping up and up. " Hey... c'mon out, Tom. C'mon, have a toke with us..," and more soft giggles and whispering, shuffling of feet. " Come on out... sit with us... come out or we'll come in and get you." Whisper, whisper... The heat is impossible. Deliciously intense waves of dark, exquisite pleasure overcome me as I start for the doorway, and as I come into the front room, faintly lit from the tennis court lights, I close my eyes and hear, "Ah, fuck, fuck..." And that's when I wake up squirming on my bed, the sheet a damp mess around me. That dream is still with me, even three days later. Kinda disturbing, if I'm honest. As horribly intense as it was, I hope I never have a dream like that again. Hope this didn't offend anyone. And yippee, my wife actually thought it was pretty hot, so there's that -
