That's exactly how it started, and there was an unfortunate accident that rendered me incapable of returning; I'm trying to find a way to remedy this now. Here's what happened. Be warned, it's kina wierd.
I had discussed the dreamscape with some close friends of mine, and expressed my interest in joining them. The one who got us started on the topic had been visiting all her life, and she said it was not a wholly pleasant experience. I wanted to join for her support as much as my own desire for exploration. One night it just happened; it wasn't exactly planned. I found myself in surrounding that she had described. I actualy descended down to the ground as I entered awareness. It was a forest of sparse, thick trees under a dense canopy. The light was somehow ambient; sourceless. I turned around to examine my surroundings and saw a mirror. It was very large, and framed in an archway, sided with marble pilliars. As I approached it, feeling drawn to it, I noticed a dark breach along one edge, almost as if it was a door slighly ajar. Comming closer, I saw my reflection, but it was certainly not true. It seemed almost like a Piccaso painting, all angles and harsh colors, nothing in the right place. I reached out my hand and touched it, and in an instant I was surrounded my fragments of mirror, like I was inside some bizzare irregular polyhedon. Every facet reflected that same distorted image back at me. It was not just terrifying, it was terror itself. I directly woke up to find myself paralyzed, and still full of panic. It was my first case of sleep paralysis, but it was unlike any case I have experienced since. It lasted for about three hours; I was unable to move or even form a coherent thought. Sometime later, when I could move again, I passed out, exhausted.
The next day at school, I came accross my friends talking about what had happened to them the night before. Before I heard what they were talking about, I told them about my experience, as I was sure that it was the dreamscape she had described to me. I my story unfolded, she went white as a sheet. "Oh my God, that was you?" She started apologizing, and between the sorrys of Oh-my-Gods, she told me that it was her doing. She was telling my other friend about that very event, but did not recognize the dream figure I had taken, especialy from behind. I had startled her and intimidated her with my sudden appearance, and she reacted out of instinct, trapping me.
Ever since that night, I have been unable to recall any of my visits to the dreamscape, though I have had several people tell me that they have seen me there. I had been dubbed a "blind dreamscaper" and was no longer actively involved with the dreamscape conversations, though my "abilites" continued to grow in waking life. Things like telepathy, clairvoiance, empathy, and energy awareness became commonplace for me, and I have since used them in day to day life. We were constantly hounded by entities in waking life, and I would participate then, but I still have not been able to open my eyes in the dreamscape since. For all I know, I could still be quite active there, but I couldn't say. I want to see again, and if you can think of any way to help me achive this, I would profusely grateful. Thanks for taking the time for such a long read, I haven't discussed this much with anyone before; there was a lot to get off my chest.
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