nightmare

An alien invasion was unleashed upon the earth by the Grays. These aliens were specifically body snatchers and shape-shifters. They were manipulators of the highest ability, akin to the reptilians. The problem was that anybody could be one of the invading aliens. A lot of people also didn’t believe me, thinking that I was just being a conspiracy theorist. My closest friends in the dream were aware though, and a hefty portion of the dream was spent thinking a specific individual was an alien, but I was wrong.

The alien turned out to be masquerading as an ally of mine. We managed to ‘evade’ the other aliens by hiding in a forest… but it was all just a ruse for the shapeshifter to get me alone. When just the two of us stood in the forest, it transformed into its original alien form and tried to infest my body, to make me its next host. I ran, and tried to escape but no matter how fast or hard I tried, the alien was right on my heels. At this point, the stress and fear catapulted me into lucidity and I realized I was dreaming. I decided to stop and face my fears, so I stopped and turned to confront the alien. I told it that it couldn’t hurt me in this dream world. At this, the alien cocked its head and stabbed its hand deep into my chest (Mr. Smith a la the Matrix style). I could feel the alien drain my life force, as I started dying. My feelings were of failure and lost hope… as even though I stood up to a dream figure… I ‘died’

I'm at a revival meeting in a school auditorium, only it's a circular stadium. A man is preaching. I become aware that my attendance at high school classes consists of going to one room, reading a chapter in a textbook, and then going to another room and doing the same. (A frequent theme in my dreams.) The revival preacher is saying things with which I don't agree. A protest group enters through a door in the upper section of the quadrant to my left, and I can see them waving signs and chanting. I don't remember what they were chanting, but I know I agreed with them and started clapping. People in the auditorium don't like me because I clearly am on the side of the protesters. I'm supposed to be clapping and cheering at the preacher and being silent when the protestors enter. But that's not the way I honestly feel.

I speak out during the meeting and ask why they think it would be wrong to grow a new kidney for me from my own stem cells, especially after I've given one of mine to an ailing relative. They don't have an answer other than to tell me it's sinful and selfish for me to want one. Then when they're done ridiculing me to make an example of me, they start with a beautiful ballad-style song, sung by a lovely young-church-lady soprano with shorter, conservatively coiffed hair, about how important it is to be selfless and giving and to show the Lord's mercy, especially toward anyone who was different.

I get up and leave at that point, done with the hypocrisy. I go into the hall and realize I don't have my shoes. I see myself in a mirror as a beautiful older woman, but without shoes. I start to slide along the hallway and I suddenly have some kind of skate on. Then the floor becomes a kind of video game and there are images of electronic bricks getting in the way of my skates and trying to trip me up. Circumventing these bricks increases your score. I start skating expertly around the school - as if the hallways, which form a square, are a track - and one of the people watching says they'd love to see the blooper reel of when I started.

At this point the revival people, who are now ancient Roman rulers, come out and start a show. One of the exhibits is a man who has had a uterus implanted. He's four feet tall and they call him "Little Man". I open my big mouth and dare to ask why they'd told me a kidney implantation was impossible with me when they'd managed to implant an organ into this man that clearly didn't belong there. Then the uterus-man starts to skate too, as well as all the other spliced people, and they take over the track. I have to circumvent them while I'm skating.

Last night, I knew I was going to have a lucid dream, because I kept telling myself I would. I have heard of nightmares turning into lucid dreams, but not the opposite. All I remember is the part when I became lucid to the part where I woke up. I have no idea what the dream before that was. "Wait, I'm dreaming!" I said even though I forgot how I figured this out. I suppose my dream mind is becoming more aware, because this happened on purpose, unlike my other lucid dreams. As soon as I knew I was dreaming, I flew. EVERYTIME I find out I am, I just fly, I don't know why! So, I said to myself that I can do anything I wanted. But, I better hurry before time runs out. (Side note, everytime I fly I turn into this other hot chick with blonde hair?) It's weird. So, I flew and things started to fade and fade. It was only vivid for about one nano second. Then, I fell. I kept falling and falling and falling into the darkeness of my old once reaccuring dream nightmare thing. The next thing I know, I can see my eyelids. I can't move or speak, or do anything. I just scream/cry because everytime I do, my mom wakes me up, as she did. The only good thing about this is that it is my first lucid dream I had not because of chance, but because of me Also, I had two other dreams but I don't feel like rewriting them here they take too long

I read on here that Vitamin B6 can make your dreams more intense. I thought it couldn't do any harm to try it, maybe it would even help me get lucid in some small way.

So far it's been a bad idea for me. I sometimes have these bad night terrors, usually combined with sleep walking (or sleep running and screaming as is the case for me), and since I haven't had any recently, it never occurred to me that Vitamin B would have any effect on them. Ya... WRONG!

Two nights now after taking it I have had intense and horrible terrors. They always end with me shooting out of bed to run down the hall in a panicked scream. So I don't think I'll be taking it again

I am playing basketball, but the ball is one used for dodge ball. I think nothing of this because it still bounces and can be used to toss into a net. Mr. C is playing on my team. There are way too many people playing. We almost always have the ball, rather, I almost always have the ball. It seems to be deflating, and sticking to my hand! It is getting annoying. I am about to toss the ball to Mr. C when I wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

That's all I remember.

Dream - Lucid

Sigh. I laid in bed, literally, from 12:30am until after 5 before I fell asleep. Wtf, insomnia. I was so tired. I had to cancel my hair appointment this morning so I could get a little bit more sleep.

Despite all that, I did have a couple of dreams.

I was in a HUGE cabin with Chris. We were on vacation or something. The cabin was dark on the inside, and it was nighttime outside. I hugged Chris and commented on the weight he had lost (he's very big in waking life), and that my arms could fit all the way around him. There was a muppet-looking goat there, almost looked like a ram. I "remembered" when there had been another goat there, named Dolly, but she had died of old age. Anyway, the cabin had been left alone for a very long time, so the muppet-goat/ram had been left to his own devices. He had taken over my bed, but he surprisingly didn't chew anything up. I examined wires and stuff to see if he had chewed through anything, but he hadn't. I decided to name the goat Henry.

At some point, I went to sleep, and had a VERY realistic nightmare-within-a-dream. We were hearing noises, but dismissed them as ordinary creaks you'd hear in any old house. Then, I saw a light come on in one of the rooms, which came from the bathroom. I heard a toilet flush as well. I started freaking out saying "Chris, someone's here, someone's here!". We were frozen to the spot. A man stepped out of the room. He looked middle-aged, and looked like a hiker or a hunter. He said he had just been passing through and needed to use the restroom. He started to walk out the door of the cabin, when he turned around and pulled out an ax. We ran, and he chased us. He took Chris down by hitting him in the leg with the ax, and I made it to the stairs before he buried the ax into my leg as well. I remember trying to will myself to wake up, but it felt so real, I didn't think it was going to work, and that we were done for.

I woke up in the dream very paranoid, and asked Chris, who was on the porch, to please make sure all the doors were locked. The goat was now a cat, who looked just like my kitten in waking life, Miss Belle.



At some point, Chris wanted to go for a walk on The Greenway, a walking trail in our town in waking life. It closes at sundown, so we started sneaking in over some rocks and bushes. A cop car started to come so I dove in between some rocks to hide myself the best I could.

~

I know this one was longer, and I should have written it down as soon as I woke up, but I didn't -_-, so I only remember hearing the song "How to Save a Life" by The Fray, and trying to figure out if it came out in 2005 or 2006.

This insomnia stuff is driving me crazy. It's been going on for awhile now. I've always been a light sleeper and I've always had sleeping problems, but never to this extent. Maybe I'm just getting old, haha. I'm about to go post something in the Sleep & Health forum, I'm sure you guys have some good advice for me, you always do.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! I had high hopes for this morning's dreaming. Had a WBTB and a G+C combo. Didn't get lucid. Infact I had some strange dreams and a nightmare I woke up all sweaty from. I swore some at my girlfriend last night aswell. I think I've had too much dreams this week.

04.00: Sleep

07.05: Swearing
I wake up. "Fuck you!". Monica is confused "What?". "I didn't mean you...God damn motherfucking shit game" I say. "What time is it?" Monica asks. "It's 11.05" "What?! No it can't be that much" she says and leans over me to check it. I kinda wake up for real by now. "It's 07.15" I say and compensate for the time it took between me looking and telling her.

08.05: Wargame
I'm playing some wargame on my computer and my dad's watching. He's usually never interested in games. I have to defend some fort and there's gate people keep trying to get through. I shoot a guy in the head and I notice he's got black armor on. I know from previous experience that black armor is badass. I somehow kill him anyways. The entire fort has been destroyed and a metal wall has to be replaced." Rogues will be able to sneak in if I don't" I think as I summon some metallic plates and put them up. It's just like in Garry's Mod.

08.05: Fragment
*I'm watching two egotripped celebrities have an argument. They keep slandering eachother's personalities.

08.05-09.00: WBTB

11.00: The stolen gameboy
I'm walking around in some school, inspecting my newly found toy. It's a thicker than normal gameboy, more like a grey smartphone. There's a big touch screen that expands easily. I remove a small piece of plastic tape from the screen and it goes black. I put it back and it starts up. I can see my name on there. I read on the back that it was a grand prize at some huge ceremony, like the Nobel prize. I get very paranoid all of a sudden. I get on a train and sit down in one of the high tech chairs. It has some kind of cleaning mechanism if you want to take a wank (?). An orange tissue keeps coming up between my legs.

I play some music and relaxes. The chair has turned around when I look again and I can see some guy wiping with the orange tissue. In this reality this is obviously completely normal. I spin around again. The dream skips. We're standing outside of a car with its trunk open. There's a list with different items on it and it's rather expensive. I decide to get a sandwich. Some boy who's with me, wants pineapple. "I want it with cheese on" he tells me. I order some for him.

11.00: Vampire nightmare
I'm in a stairwell. There's a bunch of vampires shying back from the lights me and a few other people are producing from our revolvers. They retreat down the stairs and try to go past us. My sister is amongst them. We point our lights directly into the eyes of one vampire and apparently that's how you kill them. We try to push them back with our revolvers which has weak flashlights. It works quit well. One guy who looks different from the rest seems to be immune to the light. He is all black and white and looks like a live version of Gin from "Bleach".



He runs past us and gives us all a very evil smile. We decide to let him go. I spot my uncle all of a sudden. He's a vampire and I know I have to kill him. We put the lights to his eyes and he screams in pain. Someone's holding his arms while I try to kill him but the lights are running out! "Fucking batteries" I say and try to make them work better. He grabs one gun as I stop holding it against his eye and pulls the trigger. For a second I thought I had been hit. Everyone looks at me, but I am fine. "Just kill me already!" he yells at me.

His eyes are red with blood from the lights. Suddenly my mom asks me if we really should be doing this by the stairs. "Lets go into one of the appartments instead. They all go in and I stay behind with my uncle. "Why do I have to kill him?" I ask myself. I cry some as I pat him on the back. We go in and my mom asks him how he got home from a party. I defend him by saying he took the bus. "I flew..." he tells us.

12.30: Fragments
*My family's got a new dog. It's very playful but won't quit when you say no. I try to shut its jaws shut and teach it what it can, and can't do. It bites me in the face and I yell at him. When it licks me in the face I pat it. "Your previous dog was exactly like this" I tell my dad. He agrees and tells me he has no idea why.

*I'm playing the guitar or something similar. I bend all kinds of tunes and it sounds great!

14.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! Last day of my vacation when it comes to dreaming. Has been nice. Back to reality hoho.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I don't remember that much of this one. It took place in some large building with a lot of corridors and rooms. Apparently, people started dying, falling asleep or disappearing, one by one. I immediately knew that some sort of otherworldly monster was present in the building corrupting people. Because the leader of the building kept telling everyone that everything was fine. But I had a vision of what happened to a victim. An ugly alien-like thing chose him. I can't remember clearly, but I think the monster possessed him and walked him to his house where he was put in his bed, dead and deformed or something. His mother entered the room. She wouldn't notice, but as she bent over the bed to look at her son, her body would morph and twist in weird ways. Her stomach became as thin as an arm and so on. She started screaming. I saw another boy walking around alone in the building, stopping in front of the monster that was completely still. The monster opened its mouth and quickly, the boy disappeared into it. I and everyone in my class came up with a plan. We would all sleep in one room in the basement, because it made us feel more safe being many there. After a while, I told everyone that we had to kill the leader, because we knew everything was happening because of him. I and my friend, Christian, took some knives and sneaked into the room where all the teachers/leaders/whatever-they-were usually were. Christian was ahead of me, eager to kill him. But as he entered, I heard an "oh no". I entered and saw everyone in the personnel sleeping a deep sleep that can't be interrupted. I knew that being in their presence would "infect" me, because I didn't lay low. I remember the monster coming after me later, and that I accepted death, hoping there would be something after it that would be better than fearing the monster all the time. I woke myself up and was happy it was only a bad dream.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

This one was very vivid... and very "wtf?"

It's 5:30am, I really need to go to bed (I usually go to bed between 4 and 5am).
I'm not really tired though, so I decide to listen to some binaural beats while reading a few more pages of the book I'm currently reading. ("The Day Watch")
I listen to Infinite Bliss.
After about 10 pages I can barely concentrate on the book anymore, so I put it aside and randomly decide to WILD.
I know going to bed is a really bad time for it, but I just feel like it.

It doesn't take long for some signs of SP to set in. I focus on the tinnitus sound and try to use it as an anchor.
The sound quickly changes and I start hearing voices which turn into a female voice singing.
I don't usually experience this so I'm quite pleased.
The voice becomes deeper, and the overall ambiance becomes much darker. Hmm...?
Something doesn't feel quite right. I try not to think.

Music starts. An electric guitar, drums, metal. It's the intro for a song.
I know the song, but I'm still trying not to think.

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused"

The song becomes more powerful at this point, and very loud.
I can clearly feel the bass kicking into my stomach.
This startles me, and I open my eyes.

I'm on a big stage, with a big audience. I'm holding a guitar, my ibanez rg. I'm playing the lead guitar part.
I can't see the audience very well. I'm blinded by the stage lights.
I turn around to see the rest of "my band".
I'm quite surprised to find Chewbacca (Star Wars) on bass.
A very young girl (probably ~8) is playing the drums, and she plays am well and strong.
She looks like a super serious catholic school girl, it doesn't fit the song whatsoever.
I feel very weird.

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something"

Nevertheless I enjoy the dream. It's a nice feeling to feel every note I play on the guitar kick me in the stomach due to the strong speakers.
I close my eyes whilst playing this part, enjoying the overall sensation.
As I open my eyes again, I find myself in a mall.
How did I get here?
The music is still playing, I'm upside down on the ceiling of the mall still playing guitar.
I suddenly fall to the ground.

I close my eyes again, and I'm in the middle of the city.
It's full of people, I'm still playing guitar.
The people all look like zombies, their flesh is wounded and they try to eat me.
I can't stop playing. I blink my eyes again.

I'm in a broken down house. It smells really bad, it's all brown and grey.
There are little zombie children wearing wedding dresses. Their heads start turning around to the beat of the music.
I'm seriously confused now, and feel very weird.
I'm not scared, it's a dream, but I still feel somewhat uncomfortable.
I look at my hands to see how I'm playing the song.
I have eyes all over my arms...

"Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused"

The eyes explode and there are small insects flying out of them. WTF???
I close my eyes again, try to think of a more enjoyable scene, but I can't turn the music off.
I open them again and I'm back on stage. The stage lights flash into my eyes.
Every time they flash I'm teleported into a different scene.
My head starts to hurt, this is too much.
I want to end the dream, but I don't know how, the music just makes it so very vivid.

Knowing that this is all in my mind pisses me off, it basically feels like I'm annoying myself.
In my anger I grab onto the very fabric of the dream, and try to rip it apart.
Whilst I do this, I'm in the city scene again. Once I manage to rip it apart, the buildings around me collapse and
all the DC's fall to the ground dead.

Eat this!

The dream fades to black, I wake up.

The song was: Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
I don't really listen to Marilyn Manson... weird, however that music video feels as messed up as the dream.
I've seen it before, I must have remembered it in my dream.

Continued: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/...c-dream-11158/

I get a birthday card in the mail from Colm (who in real life didn't wish me a Happy Birthday on Facebook). I open it & it's addressed to someone else, a "Michelle", & it's a Happy 16th birthday message. He has also written her a lengthy note about how he used to babysit her & how much she's grown. He's put her full name & phone number at the bottom. Turns out to be the same phone number of a party I'm supposed to be at. Then I'm at work & I get into a conversation with my supervisor (a friend as well) that Colm quite obviously expects me to call this Michelle & tell her I have the card & ask if she has the card Colm was to have sent me, if there is one. In that way, I will have reinitiated contact. (In real life I've made it a New Year's resolution not to do so and to wait until he initiates things this time.) I remark that it's not going to work, no matter how tempting it is to find out whether Colm did in fact send me a card. My supervisor remarks that this is what very attractive Leo men do - manipulate things so that it is the ladies who are pursuing them. A fear grips me that perhaps if this is the case with Colm, he doesn't have a clue how to pursue a woman he likes. Moreover, if he's scared to, he might never initiate anything. Then I get distracted by a surly server's refusal to give me a lunch I had ordered one hour ago (before this intense conversation had begun) wherein I yell at the server and go to McDonald's. They have a quarter-pounder all ready for me.

non dream dream lucid dream

here is the dream I had last night
I was walking on a road close to my house. Suddenly there was a big dog that looked really angry. I stared at it for a little while and then I realised it was gonna attack me. It lunged for me, trying to take a bite outa my leg. I didn't wanna hurt it but I could see I didn't really have much of a choice. So I hit it and then I tought. Wait, that dog's bark is weird! In fact, it sounds like me cough! (I have bronchitus) This is a dream! Then I became lucid. I jumped away from the dog and began flying!!! I flew all around town, it was like a birds eye view! It was so fun! Then I woke up.

Here is a dream I had a year ago. Last night's dream made me think of this one.
I was in my backyard, sitting next to a tree. And there was a male tabby cat sitting next to me. We were talking. I know, I'm a cat freak, and that's why I dreamed about a talking cat (haha!). Then suddenly the cat ran away and a big, black, evil wolf with gleaming red eyes appeared. I jumped up in sheer terror and clung to a tree. One of my feet slipped and I tried kicking the wolf. I hit it and it looked REALLY mad. I slipped and fell off the tree, right in front of the wolf. I kicked him again and he grabbed my left hand, biting it in the center and scratching it underneath the circle. Kinda like this o except imagine the line closer to the circle. Then the wolf ran away, leaving me laying on the ground, my hand _ bleeding like heck. The male tabby cat came back to me, his brown eyes gleaming with fear. (oh my gawsh I should write a story about this!!!!) He took me to another cat. It was a female cat. She had calico fur and green eyes. She put her paw on my bleeding hand and looked it over. She licked the blood away to reveal that the wounds were quite deep, the bite almost going completely through my hand, and that they were slightly infected. The male tabby looked at me seriously, and he said, "I must get something for this wound. Don't worry, I'll be back. Don't worry about me." Then he left, leaving me with the female calico. Her eyes watched the place where he'd left. It seemed like a long time passed, and he hadn't come back yet. We were very worried for the tabby. The calico looked at me and said, "He is not coming back..." I swear, there were tears in her eyes. My hand by then was almost totally purple and black from infection. I asked the calico, "What are we going to do." She said, "Nothing... We can do nothing." He eyes seemed to burn holes into me, her serious tone telling me that it was more serious than a wounded hand. Then suddenly the dream turned into blackness and I woke up. Immediatly once I woke up I looked at my left hand, it hurt so freaking bad when I woke up, but the pain quickly faded.

Here is another from 3 years ago I'd like to share. (my mom thinks the dream means something. Just wanna know what you guys think, because a few months ago, before I told her of my dream, she had a similar dream)
I was in a green van with my family. We were driving down a long road. Everyone in the van, my family, were depressed looking. I looked out my window, to the right, and I saw that there were blue and red tornadoes sucking up all the wheat in the fields and destroying everthing. There was a barn too, burnt and falling apart. But in the middle of all the destruction, there was a white calf, standing in the only patch of ground that wasn't destroyed. It was surrounded by light and the grass it was standing on was so green, with flowers surrounding it. I remember it all so clearly. Then I woke up.

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I was on a run with my cross country team my senior year, and i remember seeing Isaac and pony. we went through a parking lot with weird construction bins stacked on the side of the building. I lead us through the building down a hall then through a library book section we then turned around and then I heard the electric clearly sounded dysfunctional or operating off. So I head towards the nearest exist and while i do so I hear a woman say "it feels like a dark depression has hit the building" and when i got to the nearest door ( a push bar door) I pushed and got electrocuted feeling a surge of negative and bad energy tingle through my body, I stood up slightly bending my knees because of all the energy coursing through my body. apparently Peter shiel got blasted back.

I can't sleep, it's 4 in the morning. I try to lay still, barely moving anything until I can't feel my hands, just to get at peace. I fall asleep after a long struggle. At some point I find out I'm dreaming with no specific RC. I drop to the floor to stabilize. I control minor things, like the size and shape of objects. My limbs start growing weird deformations on the skin, but they don't bother me that much. Much later, the deformations have turned into dead skin flaking off. I walk around talking not really doing much. I pass a mirror for the first time and look at my horrible, deformed face for a second. It wasn't that scary in the dream, but when I woke up, I realized it was the scariest thing I had ever experienced. I have some semi-lucidity. I wake up many times during the night. I can't remember not dreaming at any moment during these 4 hours. The alarm wakes me up, I ignore it, not feeling well enough to go to school. My entire family oversleeps and my dad wakes me up to tell me. I tell him I won't be going to school today. I go back to sleep and have weird, lucid dreams. I wake up feeling scared and depressed, shaking, afraid to move. I watch some Family Guy to get back to reality

I go back to sleep later, and I wake up. Over and over. I can't believe I have slept this long, it won't pay off when I go to bed later. Anyway, I am still sleepy, and my cat jumps up in my bed. I feel safer with company I decide to have a quick, lucid dream. I do, and I have a notion that I need to find a woman. I follow where I "know" she is going through my house. Then I am distracted as I gain lucidity again. I start walking towards my room. The closer I get to the open door with the lights on (I left them on as I went to sleep), the more my vision starts to flicker and flash in white. Everything starts shaking. I stand in the door, watching the empty bed (because no, it is impossible to enter the physical world from a dream, you can't find your true self in a dream). By my bed is a skull made of clay. This scares the crap out of me for some reason. I wake up, but I can't open my eyes. I try to calm down, it doesn't work. I try to force them open with my fingers; impossible. I sit up. I can somehow "see", even though my eyes are closed, and all I visually see is darkness. I try to figure out what to do as I suddenly wake up for real with a fast inhale. My cat is still sleeping on me. I am a little shaky. Unpleasant once again, and I am officially afraid of mirrors.