yariousvamp
Misanthrope vampire
- Sep 8, 2024
- 63
I'm a lucid dreamer. And everytime I suddenly wake up I'm like "fuck here we go again"
The dream world is everything I want. I'm poor irl. In the dream world I can get anything I want without money. Even if some dream npcs get pissed at me. All I do is just summon money and give it to them. I can't do that irl. I'm forced to live in poverty.
In the dream world I can travel anywhere I want. Even countries that don't exist. I can go ANYWHERE. Forests. Museum. Basically anywhere. In reality I can't even afford to have to go on a vacation in a different city. And I'm from an Islamic third world hole where family are 10 times more strict. So even as a 20 years old grown ass woman. I barely have any freedom to go out. Even when I go out. My environment just reminds me of my poverty and shit life. Trash on the streets. People judging everything.
In the dream world I can eat whatever I want without worrying about whether the baked clipped his nails or not. Whether a child with pinworm infection touched this baguette or not. Just living in stress and panic to make sure I don't get any infections from food. It's honestly so fucking tiring
In the dream world I can practice all my hobbies that I want that I can't do irl simply because it's either unavailable in my country or too broke to afford it.
In the dream world I can talk to people and express myself however I want. Unlike reality where my crippling social anxiety makes me sweat and my heart beat so fast just because I have to send a voice message or call someone. I know it all sounds ridiculous
In the dream world I actually live. Not survive. I enjoy everything I do. Not just wasting my life behind a screen trying to survive
If it's not suicide. I really wanna get myself in a long coma and dream till I die.
The dream world is everything I want. I'm poor irl. In the dream world I can get anything I want without money. Even if some dream npcs get pissed at me. All I do is just summon money and give it to them. I can't do that irl. I'm forced to live in poverty.
In the dream world I can travel anywhere I want. Even countries that don't exist. I can go ANYWHERE. Forests. Museum. Basically anywhere. In reality I can't even afford to have to go on a vacation in a different city. And I'm from an Islamic third world hole where family are 10 times more strict. So even as a 20 years old grown ass woman. I barely have any freedom to go out. Even when I go out. My environment just reminds me of my poverty and shit life. Trash on the streets. People judging everything.
In the dream world I can eat whatever I want without worrying about whether the baked clipped his nails or not. Whether a child with pinworm infection touched this baguette or not. Just living in stress and panic to make sure I don't get any infections from food. It's honestly so fucking tiring
In the dream world I can practice all my hobbies that I want that I can't do irl simply because it's either unavailable in my country or too broke to afford it.
In the dream world I can talk to people and express myself however I want. Unlike reality where my crippling social anxiety makes me sweat and my heart beat so fast just because I have to send a voice message or call someone. I know it all sounds ridiculous
In the dream world I actually live. Not survive. I enjoy everything I do. Not just wasting my life behind a screen trying to survive
If it's not suicide. I really wanna get myself in a long coma and dream till I die.
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