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I took a nap today from 2pm - 4pm.

In the dream I was someone else. According to Jung's theory it was my persona. I was part of the cast of a horror movie, except everything seemed so real, it might have been just me thinking "wow, this is just like a movie." I was with three others in a white, crappy car heading for a lakehouse.

In waking life I had read a creepypasta (a scary short story) about a woman staying with her grandmother in her basement. Her mother died and soon she began to see her mother in her basement, so she boarded it up, afraid.
In the dream this woman needed our help. I don't know what significance we had, but we went to her house on a lake.
Her home was on an island, surrounded by fir tree. Everything was more vivid than usual.
There was a rotting old boardwalk that crossed the lake to her island .This boardwalk branched out. At the end of one branch was a few boys playing. at another end the boardwalk rotted and there were alligators. For some reason I chose to head that way instead of onward to the house.
At this point I think I realized I was dreaming. Things were weird - I felt as though it was a video game and I was looking over my boyfriend's shoulder, telling him how to beat the level.
I woke up.

But I wasn't awake - it was sleep paralysis. I have SP often, but never this severe. It was hard to breathe, and I could feel the struggle for air. I was frightened of the strange, loud rumbling sound. My HH are usually whispers. I had fallen asleep on my right side, in my boyfriend's house, on his bed. At the foot of his bed are three large construction signs - one specifically reading 'DO NOT ENTER' in traditional black and white pattern. I remember it being reversed, the colors flipped. I could only open one eye, and could read it very vividly on the sign. My vision was shaking, so it was hard to read. I looked over, and I could see who my boyfriend was talking to on Skype - read their names clearly. I thought, "Perhaps this is a false awakening." I couldn't move to check reality, so I felt it was just SP. So I went back to sleep.

My boyfriend - someone who I felt was my real boyfriend, but didn't look like him - and I were circling the house alone. there was a pair of basement doors against the white-sidled, Victorian - era house on the island. My boyfriend didn't see them and was standing on them. I shouted to him just before I slipped out of the dream.

I was in SP again. I looked at the digital clock on the wall - 3 pm. I was terrified. I'd never had two bouts of SP like this, same time, one right after the other before. I tried to fight it - something that usually works for me. The rumbling and my usual HH were there, though the hands crept up the side of the bed because I couldn't see the door. it was very hard to breathe, and the same words kept rattling in my head as if someone was saying them to me - "If you keep speaking I'll make that creepy smile." I tried to talk - I could open my mouth, and say "Aah!" softly. My boyfriend's name is Austin. I was trying to call out to him, afraid, but I was so quiet and he had headphones on, talking to people on skype. I tried again, but after "aah" I couldn't form the 'st' part. My tongue was thick and breathing was a struggle. I think I almost passed out. I fought my SP as hard as I could - I usually can break from it without too much trouble.

I was in SP today for an hour and a half.
when I snapped out of it I gasped for air, which caused Austin to turn around and come to me. I know it was SP because he says he heard my going "Aah!" softly, but didn't think much of it. I was so scared and weak and lightheaded. My mind is still a little dizzy. I was very thirsty. My body still feels suppressed.

Ah, finally. A dream to document in my DJ. Albeit I only remember what feels like the last bit, that's fine.

This is a bit hazy.
I had been given what looks like one of those cans that make 'moo' sounds when you tip it. Except these played music. Mine played Lady Gaga. I had it with me.
I had been driven somewhere, unprepared, by a friend. I was in my pajamas, and when we pulled into the parking lot behind a large building I got out and changed from my pajama pants into a miniskirt. Then we went into some public, co-ed bathroom and I was able to overhear some guys talking about how they'd bet money I wasn't attractive, even dressed up. (I was in a baggy t-shirt, skirt, no makeup, fluffy hair.)
I plugged in my flat iron, changed my shirt, and got to work on my makeup. I tipped my magical Lady Gaga can and listened to 'Marry The Night' while I threw on some makeup. I was alone now. A girl walked in - I recognize her as a girl I'd been in high \school with who made my life hell. She barged into the bathroom and began to use my flat iron. I was angry, but after a few moments she left. I set to change my playlist on my can-thing, but it had become my laptop, displaying Youtube.
Then I was prodded awake by my mother.

the only real interesting thing is that since Marry The Night has come out, that has been what I listen to while getting dressed in the morning.

Oh god. Last night I was so tired. I was finishing my english final so I didn't get to sleep until ten. Sadly I was so exhausted I didn't even remember falling asleep. I woke up at 2 am, like usual, and stayed awake (the exception being about ten minutes of dozing I'd get here and there).
Seeing as I don't remember my dreams lately, I'm guessing it's stress. I'm about to take a nap - my naps usually result in either SP or deep dreams. Expect another entry for after my nap~