I feel like I die horribly in my dreams at least one or twice a week. Plane crashes and mass shootings are extremely common. Probably the most horrifying generally has to do with space / infinite falling / falling into a star, however.
I have also had the teeth falling out dreams, and one of the first dreams I remember had a kid I knew pulling out his eyeball and cutting it in half with a butter knife.
These days I generally just hear about my nightmares from my wife as I usually don't remember them.
When I was young I really liked them, right up until my dad made me feel terrible for doing so. I'm pretty sure he was embarrassed by it.
I didn't really think or care about this for a long time, until randomly one time at an IKEA I saw a guy in his mid 20s who just chose a stuffed animal, hugging it and smiling. His family was with him, and they were smiling and supportive. When I got back to the car I couldn't stop crying because the only response I ever got from my family was being yelled at or mocked. I may even have cried while writing this, so perhaps I'm still a tad upset.
My wife really likes stuffed animals however - and we have a raccoon that comes in the bed sometimes. The raccoon also came to a music festival with me once:
I've been part of groups with cheaters and non-cheaters, so I don't think the rule is definite. However the two do seem to slowly separate automatically (presumably due to people who don't cheat eventually getting annoyed by the people who do's commentary on how badly they want to fuck everyone).
Also worth keeping in mind that everyone who cheats started off as a non-cheater, it just seems to be a one way ticket.
I feel like I die horribly in my dreams at least one or twice a week. Plane crashes and mass shootings are extremely common. Probably the most horrifying generally has to do with space / infinite falling / falling into a star, however.
I have also had the teeth falling out dreams, and one of the first dreams I remember had a kid I knew pulling out his eyeball and cutting it in half with a butter knife.
These days I generally just hear about my nightmares from my wife as I usually don't remember them.