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I have wanted to have a Game of Thrones lucid with a few weeks so the other night I was dreaming that I was in the cellar of a castle with a weird group of people and we were trying to figure out who in the group was lying about something. One guy got up to leave and caught my hand to shake hands and then walked out the door but his hand was still in mine with his arm stretched out like stretch armstrong. One of the other guys, who by now I had realised were the Kings council, laughed and said 'You know your dreaming, arms cant stretch like that' I then became lucid and got really excited that I was having my Game of Thrones lucid, too excited because I woke up (at least I think I did, maybe a false awakening ?)

I got up, had a drink of water and used the bathroom then lay back down in bed. Within a minute or two I felt strong vibrations and tried the rope method which didn't work so I reached out and asked for help getting out but pulled back in freaked out at the thought of feeling a hand catch mine. I then heard footsteps cross my bedroom floor but ignored them and floated out of my body. I landed by my dresser and felt along it, touching things that are actually on it. I told myself that i'd open my bedroom door and there would be a castle at the other side, opened my door to pitch black so closed it again. Looked over at my window and seen there was something going on outside. When I stood up on my windowsill it was if I was standing on the upper tier of a sports stadium, there were people sitting right beside my window and all the way down the stands in front of me. I caught an overhead cable and swung out over the stadium. I got awful vertigo it was so realistic. I could see a game going on on the pitch and when I swung to the other side I could see run down buildings outside the stadium where two guys were fighting, one had the other in a headlock with his shirt torn up his back. I got freaked out about landing and ended up back in bed again (maybe another false awakening)

I exited again and touched things in my room, this time it wasn't as it is in reality. There was a row of really old fashioned dolls on my dresser with that really short wiry curly hair, they felt creepy. There was an Irish flag hanging up so I took it down and put it around my shoulders and tried to visualise the stadium again and told myself that is where i'll be when I open my bedroom door, opened my bedroom door and this black silhouette of a sprite like thing, all thin, tall and pointy ran up the stairs two at a time and darted into my daughters room. It was so light on its feet and made these light little footsteps, freaked out of my mind I slammed the door and dived back into my body wiggled my fingers and toes and woke up. I ran downstairs and grabbed a pencil and the nearest book (which happened to be the time travellers wife) and scribbled it all down. Checked the time it was 4.30am and wrote that down too.