| As a boy, I struggled with my body maturing and undergoing the biggest milestone in male puberty: the Wet Dream. |
| I had read about them in health class and even saw videos on the Internet, but it wasn’t until middle school that my friends were walking through those double doors with declarations of their very own wet dreams.At my school, it was the male rite of passage, similar to the experiences girls have when they get their first menstrual cycle or first kiss.
Growing up through my tweens and teens, I continued to have fantasies of finally getting my very first wet dream.Years went by, and my dry period continued. I became angry at God. Why me? |
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| My frustrations later turned into resolution, and I questioned why wet dreams were so revered. Wet dreams are a culmination of a boy’s erotic dreams, but such magnificent feelings shouldn’t be masked by the unconsciousness of sleep. Why did they have to be unintentional? |
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Later that night, I slipped under the covers, and my hands started to wander. The unintentional became the intentional. The unconscious became the conscious.The boy became the man.
At school the next day, I walked through those double doors with my head a little higher. I saw my friends sitting in the cafeteria waiting for the bell to ring, and I began to crack a smile.
“You look different. Why are you so happy?” they asked. |
| I laughed and kept walking. The sun was on my back and a new future was ahead of me. I had finally made my Wet Dreams a Wet Reality. |
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