Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am sitting at my desk at college. I am extremely tired and don't feel well at all. Probably
because I got up at 5AM the previous morning and didn't go to bed until midnight for the
purpose of WILD. For some reason I decide to do a reality check. To my astonishment, my
finger goes through my palm! I am lucid but I think I am in my dorm, which is not true, I am
actually at home.I get up and instantly feel much better and more awake. I decide to call my
crush, as a dream character, so I get out my phone. I flip it open and the screen is black. I
realize it is because electronics just don't work the same way in dreams so instead of pulling
up my contacts list, I just dial her number manually. The numbers appear in white on the black
screen as I enter them in. At first, I enter my number. I realize it and clear it out and enter her's.
The phone rings and someone answers but it is not her. I decide to try the method where you
call out for the person. Again, someone answers but it is not her. Apparently there is someone
else in the hall that has the same name. It is some random girl that I do not know. I then wake
up. I am still in my dorm sitting in my chair I reality check again and find I am still
dreaming! I try again to no avail. I walk out of my dorm and go outside where there
is a playground. Obviously, there wouldn't be a playground on a college campus but
this is a dream so whatever. I start climbing around on stuff and eventually think of
the time its 9:45 "crap I'm missing English". I am probably a little less lucid at this
point. I get up on some monkey bars and I start to notice the dream fading. I try to
stabilize it by rubbing my hands together it works. A guy about my age appears
beside me and says "Why won't you wake up? You need to wake up." I decide to let
it happen and I wake up in my dorm again. I look at the clock. 2:30. "Crap, I missed
a lot of classes." I realize it's futile to try to do anything about it but then realize,
it's spring break. I don't have classes. I am still quite tired but I get up. My roommate
comes in and says something about me joining his family for dinner. I start to think
about getting ready for that when I truly wake up.

I am in a chair in in dark room that looks like a common room or something. I am sitting there under
covers, going to sleep I guess, but my eyes are open. I see some guy I don't know walk by and go out
the door. I look over at the TV ( CRT ) which has suddenly turned on and it is as if it is angled away from
me. The screen is the glitchy purple color an lcd gets when viewed from an angle. The tv is slowly turning
toward me and finally the color resolves. I think it is "That 70's Show". I wake up. It is dark and in my dorm
at college. I should have realized that I have been sleeping in for a while now and it should be light but I
didn't. I wake up, without moving, I think about the dream and decide not to write it down. Instead, I
decide to try WILDing. I remain still and the sleep paralysis comes instantly. I feel immense pressure practically
contorting my body. I feel like one of those mutating creatures from horror movies. My foot is on the edge
of the bed and slips off, the "transition" dies down a bit but when my foot stops it continues again. I think,
"It was not this intense the first time." then it stops. I think, maybe I've entered a dream? No, no I haven't.
I get angry with myself and wake up for real. I decide, a false awakening would be a good thing to
put in my dream journal