Never. Not even once!
Every time I’m about to ‘get lucky’ in one of my dreams, my Mom walks into the dream with a plate full of pancakes and says…
“Hotcakes anybody?! Fresh off the griddle!!”
Then I immediately get a ‘hard OFF’ and wake up. I really should talk to a professional about this.
lol!
HA nice. I’ve had like…2 nice sex dreams in my life. The rest were all awful, or very bizarre and uncomfortable. Hooray nightmares.
I’m often dreaming of topless women. As for the sex dreams you’re not missing out on much. As the reality of the fact you have not had sex and very much want it is in the waking. Just leaves me more frustrated. I think you have the better deal as at least your minds on pancakes. 
I only had like two when I was in my early teens. They were vivid and indeed wet. I thoroughly enjoyed them and wanted to go back to sleep and…■■■■ it, I wanted to be in hibernation.
This thread made me laugh
Im still laughing.
I am clueless as to the science behind wet dreams. I think I should abuse the psychology database which I have access to as a student and look up articles on wet dream science instead of researching my thesis topic and helping the grad students with their research. I got assigned coding today, did a little of it. It’s really easy and should take me hardly any time. I might just do it all on Friday in one sitting. I did 20% of it just now to see how hard it was and it took me only 30mins.
There I go off topic again. Anyways, I will one day know the science behind wet dreams…the psychology of wet dreams…the neuroscience behind wet dreams…I am like Ash Ketchum, catching psychology facts, to catch them is my true test, to train them is my cause.
Like what the ■■■■ I might be in a PhD or Psy D program soon. I’m crazy as ■■■■.
I’m not trying to be glib… but I just can’t help myself…
I once had a dream about all my favorite food…
Huge clouds turned into all my favorite food and all I had to do was reach into the sky and eat…
I ended up drooling in my sleep… woke up very wet. 
I have seen psychology described as the effort to describe, explain, predict, and change people.
It is supposed to heal people. I don’t care what others do with it, it was created to heal.
Part of healing is describing and predicting, and controlling, sparingly. I think that the control aspect of it needs to be deeply respected and that paternalism is nothing to be taken lightly in the very least.
Some people do not know what is best for them and need someone to intervene, yet intervention should be strictly for when someone is very ill or when something is very wrong.
I do not endorse psychology as a tool to manipulate others for ones own benefit. It can be used this way, but that is sacrilege.
I want to perhaps teach and contribute to research for a while, but I ultimately want to directly work with the mentally ill, the severely mentally ill. I have insight into the depths of psychosis and want to make something good out of it…without making something out of it, it is simply a tragedy.
Psychology can be and is used incorrectly. There is nothing wrong with social, industrial/organizational psych, ect., but even those disciplines are supposed to facilitate well being.
I think that I am speaking mainly about clinical and counseling.
I do not even know what cognitive psych is exactly supposed to do. It seems to just be an adjunct for neuroscience. Neuroscience is all about healing. Cognitive psych is also related to learning, which is a noble thing to contribute to.
I don’t care. I know what my intentions are and I do me.
I have a peer from high school who is studying psychology as well. He’s an arrogant piece of ■■■■ and does not want anything but power. I have several friends from high school studying psych and neuroscience and they mean well.
There are three people I know from my high school who are deeply hurt and work hard with the intention of helping others. One has major depressive disorder and has scars from cutting, he’s studying neuro, one is neurotic, has had issues which are not for me to disclose and is one of the most positive people I have ever met and wants to be a counselor, he is also a musician, and the other is me.
We all went to a bar over winter break, just the three of us, we went with everyone else other times too, but this one night we all sat down and talked.
I have other friends studying psych who are either curious or deeply empathetic or both, but the other ones are from before my illness who knew me well and still know me.
Wounded healers. We all have GPA and GRE scores and research experience, we make the cut.
How could I not come back to reality and want to help others find their way back? Just turn my back on people who I very well have the ability to help? I might be disturbed but I am not void of empathy. I used to be at rock bottom, how could I ignore the people who are where I was?
Few and far between do schizophrenics become psychologists. How could I not at least try to bring insight into the field?
Give me a better reason for studying psychology.
They never tell you that a wet dream results from a dream about intercourse.
I had a shitload of them in my life. That has pretty much come to an end though. Even when I have dreams about intercourse and completion.
That’s happening less and less also. My dreams seem to fall apart all the time now.
The ‘change’ part is optional 