See, I was just recalling a couple classic Straight Dope threads: “Pan Fried Semen” and that other horror pertaining to “Feeding the Fish.” You know the one I mean. The one dealing with the disposal of a fellow’s … ‘self expression’ via aquarium.
So I’m Just sitting here in the main chamber of my luxury apartment in South Denver yesterday evening, entertaining these muses and gazing at the goldfish, the catfish and the plecostomas, when it occurred to me: It’s Time.
Yup. A memo from Mr. Prostate advising of an impending delivery and where would I like to put it? Now, I don’t have the drive of a 16 year old any more, but I ain’t dead neither. But like maybe once a month or so I get the urge to do a little weapons maintenance and I’m left with 3 choices. In order of preference I can either 1) have sex with another person, 2) have sex without another person 3) have sex in my sleep. It’s the last option which is the most disturbing. For a couple reasons. . . . . The other reason is that, well, I’m a LOT closer to 40 than I am to 16 and I’m still having … er … nocturnal emissions.
So. Just curious. Guys. Anyone else? With that kind of regularity?
The first was when I was 10 and it was a TV actress that had captured my imagination. I was sadly dissappointed when it didn’t happen the next night.
The second was when I was 15. That one was quite amazing actually because I went to bed that night not have the sleightest romantic interest in this one particular girl that was in my Orchestra class, but I awoke the next morning being 100% in love with her.
Never. I’ve heard that it happens to flush out old sperm, and I assumed I never had wet dreams because of my rigorous “manual stock rotation” schedule.
Question for the gents here–is this usually a sexual thing, in response to racy dreams, or simply a mechanical release you don’t even notice until you wake up messy?
I’ll have an orgasmic dream every month or two, but I’m not sure it counts since there’s no emission involved.
belladonnaGiven my emotional detachment to the whole thing and a marked absence of sexual feelings concurrent with the event I reckon it to be more of a mechanical, automatic stock rotation thing.
I’m of the unscientific opinion that PNEs are the body’s way of relieving pressure. Last time it happened to me, I was on a sailboat with no boinkable crewmates & no private place to bust one. On the fifth day, I awoke in the middle of the night with what felt like a can of Campbells clam chowder inside my undies. I took it as my body saying, 'fine, you won’t offer any help, we’ll take matters into our own hand.
With me it’s always during (immediately after?) a racy dream. Thus the term “wet dream” that’s the term I knew before I knew about nocturnal emissions.
I think Judy B., back in ninth grade, inspired more of them than anybody else, although there have certainly been a large number of females who’ve served as inspiration over the years.
To answer the Op, I still have one ever and anon, and I’m well past 40. They aren’t now, and have never been A Bad Thing.
Probably, PNEs occur when semen has been built up for some time but has not been ejaculated in any manner. That has been my experience. No sex, no masturbation for a week or so, and I am awakened to slimy wet stuff in my pajamas. The funny thing though is that the emmission is most often preceded by a racy dream that eventually ends up with me losing it before I am ready(in the dream I mean), something like premature ejaculation! Wonder why that happens?
4 in my lifetime… and oddly timely, almost had one last night.
It’s always sexy dreams… And I’m always aware in the dream that I just gooed my business in the real world. And I must say… it’s always really really good. Last night… technically early this morning, I was about to orgasm and just happened to turn in my sleep and wake up.
Now I had a house guest all last week so I didn’t really have any time to myself to take care of business…
I’m 23. Since my first one around 13, I’ve had them if I go without release for a few days. Sometimes as few as three days, but usually about a week. Usually accompanied by racy dreams. Haven’t had one for a while since I have no compunctions about taking matters into my own hands when uninvolved.
But back when I was a teenager, summer camp was always a challenge. There was little to no private time, so I often ended up waking up in the early hours of the morning with my sleeping bag damp from a bit more than dew. That, by the way, is not an easy problem to solve in a small cabin with 15 other people.
For me, it is associated with the dream. I’ve never had an emission. I’ve also never had a dream in which I completed the sex act. When I was a kid, the dreams would include everything right up until, and then some bizarre circumstance would arise and I would be sidetracked. This continued pretty much until morning. I figured once it was because I didn’t know how it would feel, so I couldn’t imagine it. Then I did it. No relief. So I just try to think wholesome thoughts when I go to bed. Whole milk. Donna Reed. That sort of thing.
I just had my first full-on wet dream a few weeks ago. I was napping with my girlfriend at the time, and we had been rather frisky that week. The dream was about her, actually, and it was a good dream; it felt about as good as the real thing.
I’d had two before in my life, between the ages of maybe 13-17.
The first one was with Mira Sorvino a night or two after I’d seen Mighty Aphrodite: she was giving me the hungry eyes in the back seat of a limo… then it cut to a distant shot of the limo going down the road, and I woke up. The second, I was in a burger king, in a hot tub, with what looked like a stripper. I was just about to order a whopper meal, and then there we were, and then I woke up.
In neither dream did anything actually happen, and I think that explains why neither dream was particularly wet, either.
It’s purely random, too… they’ve never happened in a dry spell.
