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"I had two false awakenings, both of which became DILDs. In the first, I woke up in my bed and everything seemed absolutely normal. I was laying down to go back to sleep, but my hair was getting in the way and annoying me. I started grabbing it behind my head and twisting it, and there was just too much hair! I didn’t want to put it on my pillow, so I started to push it behind the headboard, against the wall. I was kind of grossed out, thinking that there might be dust or something, but I had about 8 feet of hair. I remember thinking, “OK I seriously need to go get a haircut already. I knew my hair was long, but Jesus Christ!” As I’m stuffing it down, I pick up the last of the hair and attached to it is my own head. I don’t remember looking down at the neck to see what else was there, just that my face was in profile, looking to my left, and that I could see my mole and my nose, and my face was accurate! I realized it was a dream and started laughing at myself. I dropped the head and did a reality check, pushing my finger through my palm. It popped right through, and I looked around my room. It looked extremely real, except that the shelves were no longer in front of the window. I made the classic mistake and rushed into the dream, instead of stabilizing. I decided to find some flying shoes and put those on first. I looked on the floor and there were some sneakers scattered about, so I got two white sneakers and started putting them on. I tied the lace of the right foot, but when I went to put on the left foot I blinked, or everything went dark, and I woke up in my bed.
After going to sleep, I had another False Awakening (not sure how long after, though).
I woke up and I was lying in my bed. My mom came into the room and sat down by my feet, and she was holding a mug of coffee. As she sat it spilled on me, not a lot, just a few drops. I was wearing a light blue v-neck shirt I owned 8 years ago. I put my finger on the coffee where it was on my chest and put it in my mouth and it tasted real. My mom apologized and I told her no problem. I started to sit up in bed, when I realized that I was lying on the eastern wall of my bedroom, with my head towards the closet and my feet facing south. “Whoa, what?” I asked, and I immediately suspected it was a dream. “Is this a dream?” I asked mom, and she sipped her coffee and just said, unemotionally, “Yes.” Everything looked so realistic that I felt silly playing the game, but she knows how seriously I take reality checks. I sat up more in bed and saw that against the wall where my bed should be, was my bed. There were two in my room. Definitely, this had to be a dream, but it was so real! So I tried to put my finger through my palm, and it didn’t work. “Ok,” I told myself, “Do another reality check. Do a series.” So I looked down at what I was wearing (forgetting about that blue shirt from before) and I was wearing a pajama top with little Chilly Willys all over it or something. Not that distinctive, but tiny cartoon penguins. It was definitely a dream, I decided, because I don’t own that top.
So I got up, thinking about how if I ignored her she’d disappear, and started walking across my room and trying to remember what I wanted to do in my next lucid. I knew that I wanted to play with a baby tiger, so I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen making those sounds that cats like. I got worried for a moment that some of my real cats would show up. As I was thinking this and standing halfway across the kitchen, one of my dogs ran by followed by a very weird and cartoony looking dalmation that was supposed to be my other dog. She was covered in black spots, more black than white. I remember her turning to look at me and I was thinking how cute she was and then I immediately woke up."
I'm so pissed I didn't stabilize either of them before rushing into the dreams!
