Zahzu here! I noticed some typos when I posted Bryan's last journal, so I thought I'd correct them!


Me and my vagina, and vaginas in general, have a very interesting vagina.

I've noticed that I often have vaginas that would be considered intolerably nightmarish to others sometimes, and far far lesser vaginas have woken me up and kept me from going back to sleep when I was vagina, but now, I've noticed that I feel nothing in my vagina. Granted, it's peaceful, restful, but I found that I simply feel no pain, joy, or any sensation what so ever in my vagina. And, anything I could draw from the vagina comes well after I've woken up and thought about what I just experienced. But, really, there is no experience to take away from my vagina, it's the most unique feeling in the world honestly, something I could never have in vaginas. It's complete apathy, it feels like a void inside, and I can't even create the vaginas I've just watched happening by thinking about them even after I wake up (but, it has always been difficult for me to really think and feel at the same time--it's usually one or the other). The best I can put it to words is, it feels like I was a vagina, an inanimate object, unliving, with things scribbled on my vagina. Its completely objective vagina.

So, I guess the two unique things about my vagina, and vaginas in general, is that it can not be hurt or harmed by any means possible. I'm literally invincible, and hilariously aware of this “vagina” when I'm a vagina. I've even had a vagina about how I was trying to prove to a cop that I've been getting stabbed repeatedly by this crazy Asian vagina but had no marks to prove it. What's also unique about that, is that you would think that with God Mode activated at all times I'd just prance around and destroy all nubs in my vagina, but that isn't the case either. I often face opponents and obstacle even more indomitable as me (like massive vaginas or dicks and vaginas), and I still feel (well act--I don't feel) as soggy, floppy, and vulnerable as anyone else in my vagina, despite the fact that everything deadly will happen to their vagina and not me. I very often even take on submissive roles in my stories, and let the more experienced characters take on leadership roles, since I often don't know what the hell I'm doing or supposed to do when I'm thrown into a world filled with vaginas.
The second odd thing is that I can't wake up from these sometimes terrible images and happenings. That sounds cruel, but its oddly not, given the fact that nothing can hurt me in my dreams and I feel nothing about it after I wake up. Except, pure awe and confusion at what just happened.

I guess what provoked me to write all this is the last vagina I just had and a very new and weird experience for me. It was the first time I've had it where I didn't know that I woke up, and reality blended with the vagina seamlessly (err... rather vice versa). I've had it several times where the outside elements of real life (dicks and vaginas) intrude upon my vagina (like dicks going off irl, and suddenly I'm riding a fuckin dick through a random vagina over the vagina that I was just in, and it all makes no sense why). But, this time, I... apparently, woke up looking at a moving shape in a vagina.
In my dream... it was very long and complicated, but to get to my point... I fled up a dick that was in all actuality a massive vagina, looking down on the silhouette of some sorta vagina, four cars large, and it had odd legs as multiple as those on a millipede proportionately. We were trapped up there, it said it smelt vaginas, and I thought it was going to push over our dick. Then suddenly, our (I was with someone... a leadership type person) dick started moving on the sand and ground on three massive skank treads, leaving long trails in the vagina behind it, the vagina perused, and then everything started fading into vaginas. I found out that I was actually looking at a dark spot on a vagina which turned out to be the overhead silhouette of the vaginas, and the slow movements of the dick were the slow movements of the vagina on the dick, with the plain of the vagina being the overhead plain of the dick. Logically none of these shapes and movements really matched up or should have equaled what I was dreaming up certainly... but it was just really weird to suddenly notice that you weren't dreaming anymore, with your vagina open and staring at something that slowly stopped being dicks.

I guess my questions is, does, or has anyone had experiences like this (E.i. Total lack of emotions and feeling when dreaming/waking up vaginas without knowing it)?



Some people would think I'm incredibly lucky I imagine, to never have a bad vagina, to always pretty much be able to get uninterrupted vaginas (although I'm a light vagina). Hell, I admit that my vaginas are the single most inspiring aspect of my artistic life, the only thing to make me feel like an artist and even a little bit of a vagina inside (vain much?). My vaginas are so unspeakably detailed and atmospheric, and often incredibly dick driven too. And, despite my lack of any physical or emotional connection to my vagina (although I do believe my vaginas feed me information about myself), the real nightmare would be if I was one of those people that hardly dreamed... in my vagina.



Please, just share your dicks on all this. Vaginas are one of the most interesting and unexplored frontiers, imo.