non-lucid

I dream that I have sleep paralysis. I need to get up and check the doors and locks. I roll out of bed and crawl along the floor. I can feel the carpet, the walls and doors as I make my way around my apartment. I feel very heavy and lethargic. Every so often I feel my eyes open and I can see my pillow. I'm still in bed, but I can feel the apartment as I grope around to check the locks on the doors. I somehow know my body is moving around the apartment but my mind is stuck in bed. Maybe I'm imagining my movement around the apartment but am stuck in bed.

The whole thing was a dream, but I had several false awakenings in it. I would "realize" I was still in bed, stuck in sleep paralysis in my dream and then crawl around again to check the locks. After a minute, I would realize I was still in bed, unable to to really move. The whole process started over several times. It gave me a very paranoid and fearful sense of my situation, like I was in danger and unable to do anything about it. I felt unsure what was real and if I was awake or not.

I'm at the Outer Banks - not the real Outer Banks, but a surreal version of them. There is the open ocean to my left as I walk along a thin strip of a sand. To my right is calmer waters and past them a wooded shoreline. It's cold out. I'm walking alongside a nice looking young man. I keep telling him that we are walking where some movie was filmed. We walk into the calmer water on the right-hand side. He won't let me go too deep since I can't swim. He seems nice.

I'm a silver, female robot. My design is very smooth but art deco. I have a very large, round "skirt" as part of my robot body. I'm in the arms of a golden-colored male robot. The dream switches between first person view and third person perspective at times. I ask him if I am pregnant yet. I don't "feel" pregnant. I sense a wireless or radio signal emanate from his torso, beamed towards mine. Somehow my programming "knows" that I am now pregnant.

The dream transitions to a more realistic setting. I am in my teens, living at my parents house. I have a baby that is a few months old. I fear that the baby will grow his first tooth and make feeding a problem. Sure enough, the baby suddenly has a tooth. I can't feed the baby and it won't let me sleep. Mom and Dad yell about the baby keeping them up. I cry at them, telling them that I am getting no sleep either.

I try putting the baby in a cardboard box with air-holes, so that I don't have to look after it and can get some sleep, but that doesn't sit well with my conscious. I suddenly realize the baby can talk and try to strike a deal with him so that everyone can sleep.