FrothySolutions
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I'm going to be using this to record my dreams. I encourage everyone to come here and post their dreams too. Dreams are a reflection of the mind, and mental health is an important aspect of the incel struggle. Try to post them as soon as possible, while they're fresh in your mind.
Woke up: March 9th, 2020, 6:20 AM
I had a dream I was a United States Senator, entering the chamber for a session. One of the senators, a generic senator invented for my dream, made some kind of joke about the Wuhan coronavirus, the punchline being that it was from China. Then Senator Elizabeth Warren, fresh from her defeat on the Presidential campaign trail, said that the generic senator shouldn't make that joke because it's racist. The chamber applauds Senator Warren's leadership. I don't applaud. I think Warren just hates comedy. Then someone wheels out an old CRT TV and the Senate watches an old Disney movie from the 60s. I decide to abandon Senate business and I leave the chamber. It is here that I notice that I'm in my underwear, wrapped in my bedsheet.
I walk out of the senate chamber and end up in the dining room of my old apartment from 2003. It's dark, it's nighttime. But I hear footsteps echoing around me, as if I was still in the U.S. Capitol Building, and people were going to and from their business in adjacent offices. I sat down at my dinner table and was sad because I had no friends. Nothing to do tonight, no one to invite me anywhere. And then I woke up.
Here's an older dream I had.
Woke up: March 9th, 2020, 6:20 AM
I had a dream I was a United States Senator, entering the chamber for a session. One of the senators, a generic senator invented for my dream, made some kind of joke about the Wuhan coronavirus, the punchline being that it was from China. Then Senator Elizabeth Warren, fresh from her defeat on the Presidential campaign trail, said that the generic senator shouldn't make that joke because it's racist. The chamber applauds Senator Warren's leadership. I don't applaud. I think Warren just hates comedy. Then someone wheels out an old CRT TV and the Senate watches an old Disney movie from the 60s. I decide to abandon Senate business and I leave the chamber. It is here that I notice that I'm in my underwear, wrapped in my bedsheet.
I walk out of the senate chamber and end up in the dining room of my old apartment from 2003. It's dark, it's nighttime. But I hear footsteps echoing around me, as if I was still in the U.S. Capitol Building, and people were going to and from their business in adjacent offices. I sat down at my dinner table and was sad because I had no friends. Nothing to do tonight, no one to invite me anywhere. And then I woke up.
Here's an older dream I had.