
yive
life is evil
- Nov 6, 2020
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It was in my dream.
This dream was not lucid.
That is, the events taking place seemed real to me.
I made up my mind. Hooray! I took my SN. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I remember that later I had to worry a lot. It will seem strange, but at that moment I was not at home. I was somewhere on the street.
Well, I swallowed the poison and began to wait for my end.
I was very anxious. I seem to have been accompanied by some like-minded person [but he didn't drink poison].
All this time I was afraid that I could not stand it and would call an emergency. Nevertheless, I stood firm on my goal and still managed to overcome my annoying survival instinct.
Time passed, and the end still did not come... I already began to think that I screwed up. I'm tired of waiting for the end.
Gradually, my anxiety disappeared somewhere. I no longer gave a damn about whether I was going to die now or not. To be honest, I didn't want to live at all.
But alas, I screwed up. In this dream, I survived. And I don't know why. At the end of this dream, I was very upset with my result. I desperately wanted to die :(
Tell us about your experience. How often do you have suicidal dreams?
If someone practices lucid dreaming, have you tried to commit suicide in such a situation?
Did all this help you to overcome SI?
This dream was not lucid.
That is, the events taking place seemed real to me.
I made up my mind. Hooray! I took my SN. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I remember that later I had to worry a lot. It will seem strange, but at that moment I was not at home. I was somewhere on the street.
Well, I swallowed the poison and began to wait for my end.
I was very anxious. I seem to have been accompanied by some like-minded person [but he didn't drink poison].
All this time I was afraid that I could not stand it and would call an emergency. Nevertheless, I stood firm on my goal and still managed to overcome my annoying survival instinct.
Time passed, and the end still did not come... I already began to think that I screwed up. I'm tired of waiting for the end.
Gradually, my anxiety disappeared somewhere. I no longer gave a damn about whether I was going to die now or not. To be honest, I didn't want to live at all.
But alas, I screwed up. In this dream, I survived. And I don't know why. At the end of this dream, I was very upset with my result. I desperately wanted to die :(
Tell us about your experience. How often do you have suicidal dreams?
If someone practices lucid dreaming, have you tried to commit suicide in such a situation?
Did all this help you to overcome SI?
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