/lit/ - Literature

>>18551438

>>18480916

>>18314722
What do you think is more likely, that they burn themselves out and fold on themselves, or they go into a full tailspin and proceed to crash and burn.
And how bad do you think that they will play despoiler in that case?
I'm going to bed now. This has been a lovely conversation, however this thread has been heavy for me. That, and I just so happened to find the doki-doki series of book charts, and decided that I've seen enough for tonight.

>>16847542
I have never had a dream where I was the victim of the violence. Violence dreams (assume it doesn't lead into a necrophilia dream) are usually me killing randos for little reason. The first murder dream I had was in a zombie apocalypse and I was hiding in my house with my brother and a woman I had never seen before (she looked like an action hero lara croft type) broke in and offered to help us. For some reason, when she looked away, I hit her in the back of the head and then proceed to drown her in the kitchen sink. The following night I had a dream where I embedded a shovel into a night janitor's skull from behind. The violent dreams were more prevalent in my teens—I would get them almost every other night. The last one I had was me running around with a large knife slashing at people. This dream there was at least a reason behind the violence (if I recall they were an enemy crime faction). Some of my violence dreams are very actiony like that where I move very quickly and gracefully as if it were a movie or videogame. Those dreams are a little more fun. Dreams that are less fun are the ones I've been having recently: It's usually an uncomfortably social interaction with weird shit thrown in. Example: I'm at a massive table that's covered in expensive food, the other people are anxious as to why we're here. I taste some of the food and instinctually know it's human flesh, I think to myself "I've just lost so of my humanity". I sit back down and the restaurant fills up with people—the place looks really expensive, red carpet chandeliers, on the 20th floor. I feel out of place so I keep my head down and start scarfing down food as to prevent people from talking to me. A giant demon walks up behind me and starts speaking to person next to me, I don't want my face to be seen because it's covered in food (I think I'm eating crab?) but then they ask me something and I answer without looking up. I forget the rest but you get the idea. I honestly do not what causes these dreams, because apparently you're not meant to have dreams where you kill and copulate with a dismembered corpse so it's always bothered me what these dreams may mean. Another anon suggested getting an MRI.
>>16847719
I know you're being facetious because you think I'm just being edgy. But I don't know why me rambling about my "weird dreams" bothers you. It's not like I think these things are cool.

>>16508536
>>16508711
I've had people on this site urge me to get an MRI. I think I might be mentally ill

>reading a second person book written in future tense
>half way through it says 'You will go to the gas station near your old school—you know the one—and wait there. You'll bring this book with you so I can give you further instructions. There I'll tell you to purchase a jerrycan of gasoline and I'll ask if you brought your lighter: To which you will say yes. Next I'll tell you that "You need to go to 237 Red Maple Drive and burn it down. The people inside have been keeping files on you. The car that drove by your house was one of their agents." After reaching the house you'll check the book for further instructions. After walking around the neighborhood and after destroying your phone because you know someone's been listening to our conversation, you check the book, "look for an open window—it was hot today," to which you see their garden window is open, then you'll check the book again, "pour the gasoline on the floor, the files are hidden in the walls and floorboards so this is the fastest way. Don't lose faith in me now. Nobody lives here: those portraits are fake—you can tell they're stock images of children and families." You will then, after emptying the jerry can all over the bottom floor of the house—leading to the mail slot—exit through the front door. After doing this you'll light a piece of scrap paper you prepared with your lighter and push it through the mail slot. You'll check the book again and I'll tell you to go home and await further instructions.'
Any other books for this feel?

>>15569303
>"not to mention"
>they mention it

>>5838421
>Finally get qt 3.14 gf
>Soulmate tier qt
>She dies

I don't think I could handle it