This has never happened to me before.
I woke up in tears.
Not just like teary-eyed, but with a lot of tears running down my face.
And it was because of the dream I was having.
Here’s what happened in the dream.
I was stranded on a remote island in Hawaii for 3-4 weeks. I was in and out of consciousness, barely surviving, and was eventually rescued. That was a very short portion of the dream and the details are really fuzzy.
The real tears started flowing when I arrived home. I was talking with my parents about the relentless effort they put into the rescue search and the funeral plans they had started making assuming I would never turn up.
Next thing I know I’m talking with a girl I went to high school with about all the things I thought about while I was stuck. Life, death, loved ones, purpose in the universe, etc. And I just couldn’t contain my tears. I remember in the dream just crying and being unable to hold it back.
And then I woke up. Crying.
It was surreal. I didn’t know that could happen.
Low-T beta cucks cry in real life. Full-on alphas cry in their dreams.
r u ok
What a bitch.
Sounds like some “Flight of the Navigator” type shit.
“I hate listening to people’s dreams. It is like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I’m not in any of them and nobody is having sex, I just don’t care.”