Have you ever had this dream so damn good you don’t want it to stop? Have ever felt the dream was so real you could feel it physically even though you knew it was fake? Well, wet dreaming feels like this. Possibly the farthest I’ll get to experiencing the real deal.
I recently had one while I was on vacations with my family, away from home (I’m back now). I know I had one because my underpants were sticky after I woke up. The only part I enjoyed was when I was dreaming because you’re kind of unaware of your surroundings. It felt so real, so good I could feel the preassure on my penis and the moment I eyaculated.
I don’t remember how the girl looked like, but I know for sure I had anal sex with her.
But the moment kind of ruined my day, because I felt guilt for what I dreamed of and what my body did (tho I don’t consider it masturbation as I wasn’t councious about it, so my 2-months strike remains intact). It just made me feel unworthy, doubtful about my preferences (even tho I confessed my preferences with two female friends of mine and they accepted it).
Am I going crazy? Obsessed? Should I do more effort to regulate rhese thoughts (I’m already doing it)? Is it healthy?
Wet dreams are completely normal and support health. Although most common among adolescents, adults can have them too.
A quick google should demonstrate to you the perfectly normal process.
Friend … wet dreams are good for your health, and so, in good measure, is masturbation (regular ejaculation is so much better for prostate health, to name just one aspect). The feelings of shame you describe seem like a symptom of something underlying, something deeper, psychological. Maybe you should talk to a professional about these things.
I know that going to a therapist may help, but I can’t. I can’t let my family know my state of mind.
I’m still feeling weird about me liking the idea of anal sex. I wonder if like because of my influence on porn, my young age and hormones, my terse curiosity and obsession or because I truly like it.
I think it’s a mix of them. When I was in 7th-9th grade, we had talks on sexuality, and usually anal sex only got mentioned as it only existed. They mentioned vaginal and oral a lot, but my pathetic teen brain couldn’t stop wandering: “but, why nobody talks about anal sex? Why the only thing they mention of it are the dangers of it? Why would anyone engage in it? Don’t they think is dirty?”.
When I discovered and started watching porn when I was 12 (because of “social pressure” to feel “normal”?), I of course starte watching just really slim and white women. I immediately knew that I didn’t like women being abused, spanked, slapped or anything in between.
One night (I don’t remember what video was), I watched a scene of anal sex, but I didn’t know it was anal sex, I just knew that they went really slow and the girl was kind of having an intense sensation. Later, I watched more and I noticed that the men inserted it into “another hole”, and I don’t know why, but it looked mesmerizing. And so, I discovered that it was called anal sex.
I hate how I discovered. My desires to feel “normal” led me to it. But now if it catched my attention, it’s because I knew that this was the way. It’s a matter of beauty. The true way. Like when you dont want to admit you like something, but deep inside, you do.
That being said, you’re only 19 and sometimes I read too much negative thoughts in your writing. No need for that, absolutely not.
At 19 I hoped I would meet a girl who would allow me an occasional assfuck her. And look where my journey brought me. Okay, it took some time. But I don’t worry about that, that’s life.
The most intreaguing part of my journey, is that I would not have met the most amazing, ass to mouth loving, woman, if my ex wife hadn’t cheated and left me for that other man.
It was devastating at that point in life, but soon after, I was thankfull to him that he talked her into having sex with him ánd made her fall in love with him. The marriage wasn’t satisfactory to me, but I didn’t want to leave the mother of my children out of principal reasons.
So my road to the absolutely best point in my life, was not a straight one. It was not a pleasant one, I’ve felt so many doubts about not being good enough for any woman. Mostly because of my outspoken mind. I felt like the weirdo that could’t stop thinking about fucking the asshole of the woman I was together with.
Or I vividly fantasized about being in a relationship with a made up woman, who wanted anal sex and ass to mouth almost daily. Never imagined I would ever find this woman. And that she lived only 7 kms from the house I grew up in
So stop worrying so much and enjoy the facets of life.
This might seem like a super random question, but are you and/or your family religious? Because I’ve heard a lot of people say things like you do about sex/ normal human sexuality and they’ve all been deeply religious people.
Either way, wet dreams are 100% normal and 0% wrong. Dreams are just your brain processing through things and your body is going to react how it reacts to signals from the brain. You can’t really help it which means it’s not really anything you’re responsible for. They don’t make you a good or bad person. Any feelings of shame and guilt you have are unfounded because right and wrong, moral and immoral behavior (however one wishes to define it) only comes from conscious and deliberate thoughts and actions. Unconscious thoughts and bodily reactions are beyond your control and therefore do not make you good, bad, moral, or immoral anymore than your leg kicking when the doctor hits your knee or you coming down with the flu. It just happens.
So seriously, you can, in good conscious, ease up on yourself a little bit. You can’t control having wet dreams or body reacting to them.
I used to attend catechism and to chucrch when I was younger. Both of my families are religious, but “normal” religious and not extreme. Over the years we’ve drifted from it to the point I’m atheist/agnostic.
Also, I kind of wanted to build a log of my dreams, and after some writings I realized that dreams are just a byproduct of our brains managing memories and they don’t mean anything in particular, apart from whant you want them to mean.
I’d say that my parents (specifically, my mother) are the ones that gave me that anxiousness and fear, for once my mother told me she eyed on my bedroom at night several times and that she “could hear everything” at night. My dad is not a big deal because he knows its natural.
Yeah… I was raised fairly “normal” religious, but my age put me smack in the middle of “purity culture” as a teen, and that left me mild to moderately messed up with my view of human sexuality. That shame, guilt, and mindset is SO HARD to shake, even after one realizes it’s wrong. I’m still religious, but I’m actively rejecting the shame and guilt mindset I had around my sexuality and instead embracing my wants and desires as perfectly natural and perfectly fine. It’s a process. I suppose it might help a bit that I have clear lines of demarcation for myself for what I’ll do or not and defined criteria on how I’ll decide whether or not I could/should do something. That does help, having a clear set of guidelines.
