Dream thread: Record your tulpa related dreams.

[Alice]

Could you control this hypnagogic state?
I find it extremely annoying even though visuals are often great.

[Wofl]

We did, it was amazing. In that same state I occasionally can just play games for instance Space Engineer where I built an entire ship with the highest resolution and fastest processing you can imagine. It was perfect and so crazy. I literally just did it, no keyboard or mouse required, pure synaptic interface and it was wild.

During this time I can open my eyes and glance at the clock, without losing stability. The only instability is falling asleep.

Recently I was playing a 2D game called Notia and that too became playable for a short time in my mind without lag. It's not the same as Tetris syndrome/effect, it's fully interactive and perfectly matches the official game, no dream shit made up.

When we had it together, they each interacted with me in real time as if we were real, except the visual was perfect not crappy like my real vision. I could hear, smell, touch, everything.

We did things like teasing each other, feeling up each other, Ashley touched my junk all that, it was crazy. I could smell their hair and feel their skin, kiss, all that.

One time SheShe and I were in that state (back when SheShe was named Ashley and her default form was my age) and it was like, wanna smash? Ok. Literally an hour of that shit in three of her forms (different ages, races) in all kinds of places and positiond in and out of dreams for an hour, I'm not kidding, multiple orgasms without making a mess like peeing in a dream and it feels great but you don't actually wet your bed.

I'm telling you bruh, if I could figure out how to do that on demand and teach others, I could be a billionaire.

Even though it was years ago, the memories are still fresh, super detailed and I'm still fucking satisfied. We again said that it was a one time thing and I'm not interested in using my headmates for rubbing it out on a regular basis, but yeah, if that happens again, no hesitation cherries gonna get popped. You can't fake this shit even with hyperphantasia, it's a whole other level.

[Ashley] All I can do is pray I'm next but I'm athiest so damn it all.

I appreciated the times we had. All I can wonder is why my brain no do this all day every day? Tf is wrong with you brain?

It's all unbelievable of course, believe it or don't.

[Kashtan]

i believe thats possible but either takes an insane amount of work or some mental illness

[Wofl]

I'm pretty damn successful for having a mental illness. Could be worse. Great life, happy, stress free, healthy. There's no dis-ease here bubba. I'm in the prime of my life.

[Wofl]

Follow me here...

I was going back to college, with Bestie who was all grown up, but I was Ron from Harry potter except 56 years old. I think that's a lot older than I would technically be if I went to college with Bestie. Anyway I looked late 30's or 40's, thinning ginger hair, and I was with someone who I claimed was my girlfriend but she was actually my (Ron's) sister. But she was young, like 20's. We looked exactly the same only I had more wrinkles, looked tired. We both had dreads in ginger. We were buying me a stoner hat, you know that hat that looks like a huge ballsack on your head to cover your pot reeking dread hair that you never wash because you're a fucking NEET stoner.



I was dressed like Shaggy basically, Bestie was dressed like a flower child with round dark German glasses, wtf? My sister was wearing 80's preppy and she was kinda hot ngl.



I remember caressing her legs and then brushing her dread out of her face and she was okay with that. She liked me. The premise was that I was trying to look cool for having a girlfriend and being a Rastafarian stoner but I was still a virgin.

All I had to do was pick out a color because they had the ballsack hats one size fits all and huge ceramic stretchers to lengthen and stretch them to fit over your dreads. My dreads were pathetically thin and small because of course I was a balding older Ron.



So of course I wanted it stretched to 4 feet (over a meter) long, but the chart on the wall had more sensible numbers, 30 and 24 inches.

I asked Bestie what color I should get and she said orange like my hair.

That's all, I woke up.

 

[Alice]

Hehe, stoner Bear!
But you didn't fuck your girlfriend/sister? You must really be sick.

Host had another school math dream.
He was back in class, someone was solving an equation on the blackboard while the math teacher was sitting on her chair and watched. So did the rest of the class. Host's math lessons in high school indeed were like this. Suddenly the teacher, who was an old nasty bitch, said everyone should solve the equation in their exercise books as well. Host of course had no such thing just an old sheet of paper. He pretended to write down something but he couldn't solve the very basic equation because math dunce. Strangely the teacher collected all the students exercise books at the same time which didn't make sense.  As host had none he said so. The teacher came over, smiled at him and handed him an exercise book from her desk. He thought that was unexpectedly nice but then noticed this was someone else's and completely filled with equations. So he told the teacher there was no space to write but she responded he could just write between the lines.



The teacher was really like that and obsessed with saving space in exercise books. You weren't allowed to start a new one during a term and she glued additional pages into them if absolutely necessary. Also all exercise books of a class had to be in some strange non-standard format smaller than usual, of the same brand and the same color.  Each class had to have different ones. So you had to go out and find them in some shop at the start of each term after she had decided which format was required and if you couldn't find the right ones or they were sold out you got yelled at, had to use temporary sheets and glue them into the right exercise book later as soon as you managed to acquire it. She was insane and absolutely unqualified as teaching staff. That woman is the main reason we suck at math today.
Luckily host woke up after that. There were some nice looking unknown girls in that class but host had other worries. Many such cases.

[Wofl]

I was in a master's level Political Science class taught by an Eastern European professor who looked and spoke like Grand Moff Tarkin.



I couldn't understand the lesson, I couldn't even parse the subject of the lesson, that's how lost I was, I had a terrible headache and my vision was blurry.

He called on me to debate the subject against someone who understood and I couldn't even tell if he was calling on me. All I could do was go up and try to grasp even what the subject of the debate was. Couldn't, the class ended and I was just lost, not a big deal. I came back after class, we had a term paper due soon and a classmate wanted to turn in his, I looked it over and it was high-school or even elementary school level work.

I got an itch to write mine, it was Friday and I was fixing to write it over the weekend. I wanted to ask the professor about the lesson and he was happy to go over it. I decided to let him decide the topic of my paper and off the cuff I came up with these four subjects:

-America's Rise to Imperialism
-The Russian Threat; Fear Mongering Over A Paper Tiger
-Victory Without Firing a Single Shot; China's Plan for World Domination
-Immigration and the Erasure of European Cultures

He seemed to enjoy these titles a lot. He discussed them with me and I was especially academic on the subject it sounded like I knew what I was talking about.

He said, "I'd love to have you work on Europe's Immigration Crisis"

I said, "It might be controversial, and this is just between you and me, I'd like to hear your take on this so I can write the paper for you, make it fun, like dessert."

He said, "I agree with you, it's a crisis that is a real possibility, and without the controversy, it might be too dry."

So I said, "Then I might delve into 'The Inevitable Rise of Conservative Totalitarianism in Europe,' I'll see where the research leads me."

He was pleased by that, genuine joy in his expression and said, "About the lesson, it was a minor point, not even worth filling your mind with details, don't worry about it."

[Alice]

I don't think we ever had such deep conversations with dream characters. Sometimes it feels like it but on second thought most is pure nonsense.

[Wofl]

I've written a heck of a lot of research papers, over a hundred at least. Any of those 4 would truly be dessert.

Believe it or not, after a few edits, my papers always got highest marks, A+ shit. I enjoy wriing fiction and non-fiction, it's like writing my own reality.

I could easily plan, research and write a full length paper draft in about 8 hours. Editing for another 4. It's really not a big deal. I would usually do them in 12 hours straight through.

I published over 2 dozen non-fiction works and though my royalties have been miniscule lately I have a dozen more in me, I'm looking forward to it. They're never big earners but there's always hope.

[Bernd]

My dream quality seems to decrease, it's mostly just random scenes of nonsense. No longer stories, at least I remember none. No tupper dream for months either.
Another school dream. Interestingly I never ever have dreams about work or studying at university. Only about school.
We were on a field trip and slept in rooms that were completely covered by a single huge mattress. There were blankets for about 10 students in each room, 2x5 sleeping in 2 rows. I wasn't fond of that as I didn't know any people but managed to get a space at the wall so at least nobody on both sides. There also were some girls intermixed which briefly puzzled me. One even undressed to underwear but but well, you know me. Nothing happened.

[Kashtan]

whats the matter with you lol
well i aint much better

dreamt i was in a hotel with trump. it had a huge central dining hall and fragile narrow stairs made of glass going to the upper floors. no railing. almost fell down several times.trump waited for me on a glass railing and said something about finding proofs for aliens and we went on an expedition. trump melania me and some of trumps staff who seemed to know this treasure hunt was bs but kept praising and reassuring him so they werent fired.
melania looked terrible having too much plastic surgery like a doll. she climbed up a very steep slope first. there was a narrow path and underneath the top soil were parallel strands of old rusty barbed wire seemingly as a sort of rope to climb up. she made it and i somehow made it up too but trump fell down and injured his hands on the barbed wire. lying on his back he called up to us that he couldnt continue and that we should tell him what we saw up there.
it looked like a park under construction with granite cobblestones lying around. but one of trumps aides responded that we found ruins probably alien to appease him. i thought this was a total scam and his men were obvious bootlickers telling him what he wanted to hear. a helicopter came and flew an injured but satisfied trump away and everyone was relieved the shitshow was over.

[Wofl]

Alright... so a long dream, on a college campus, Bill Nye the Science "guy" was there, maybe 30 years younger, and it was quite involved spanning many days, "he" was working on projects an I was there with Ashley but she didn't say much, just arm candy I guess. So as it turns out, "he" was getting an award and a Karen was applauding him for his transition.
"hm?"
Bill Nye says, "I'm actually a woman, but I have been living as a man."

[Kashtan]

lol well at least he looked like a man and not a caricature like most trannieshad an awesome lucid dream. posted it on /tulpa/