Shamrox

This time it took me a few nights of meditation before bed, and one dream journal entry to have two of the most incredibly vivid lucid dreams Though there was nothing magical about these dreams. Nothing astounding. It is the awakening of knowledge that they have brought with them. I have crossed a boundary into lucid dreaming that I never could have imagined.
I have had false awakenings before, but nothing like this. My first false awakening of the night was like an episode of sleep paralysis. A very strong episode. I awoke and lay there looking at the ceiling. Obviously paralyzed. I of course knew exactly what was happening and stayed calm as I tried moving my arms over and over, waiting for the feeling to return. Only this time was different. It was taking far longer than usual to escape the paralysis. I was regaining some feeling enough to fight through the weight and stand up. However, my entire body felt like it was made of lead and I still had absolutely no control over my head. In other words, as I stood there I was forced to hold my head up with my hands like a newborn baby. If I let go, it would fall straight backwards and I would be looking at the ceiling. The next thing I remember, I'm laying in bed again, sound asleep next to my girlfriend. Only at this point did I realize that in the previous episode my bed had been on the wrong side of the room. I realized that it was in fact, a dream I had been in; And if that was a dream, this could be a dream. I have never had a lucid dream start from a false awakening. In fact, I have never seen one so vividly. I now understood that as many lucid dreams as I have had, perhaps I have never fully grasped their potential. Their potential to recreate life. I see, that there are in fact.... 2 very real, realities.
Now the good stuff. I lay there and decided to do a reality check. But, I was in sleep paralysis again. I almost knew before I stood up that this would be my first experience with this type of LD. I again forced my body to rise through the great weight and forced my head to stay up. I struggled to raise my arm and pinch my nose... and BAM, I was breathing through it. Very aware I was in a dream, yet fighting the darknes, and the overpowering pull to black out, I remembered and old trick. "INCREASE LUCIDITY NOW! BECOME CLEARER! INCREASE LUCIDITY NOW!" I fought through the darkness seeing my room as it really looked in waking life, and seeing it become clearer as I had demanded. I trudged towards my front door, and when I got there did a final reality check to clear the picture as much as I could. NOTE: (THE FINGER THROUGH THE HAND REALITY CHECK FAILS ME MORE OFTEN THAN NOT. IT WILL NO LONGER BE USED.) But, the nose pinch did. I burst out of my apartment into the sun light, and the sensation was unreal. Or rather, too real. How is it possible? For dreams to so vividly mimic real life. The sun on my skin burned slightly, just as it does in the day here. The veins in my arms came to the skin and showed themselves, just as they do in the heat. I walked towards the steps going to the pool, I thought about flying. Yet, I said to myself, "Every time I have a lucid dream, I rush to do the coolest thing I can think of as fast as possible in fear of losing the dream. I need to slow down, and learn the basics first. I'll just use this as a practice run. Here, there is a small flicker in my mind. I turn around and there is Michelle from the apartment above me. Up the steps on the grass patch where Ice goes potty. She is with two other people. The apartment behind the grass patch is not there. It has been replaced by a mossy, grassy set of concrete steps. Seemed to fit. As I approached I too had to take on maybe 4 to 5 of the same steps. There was one entity sitting on the left, who I never even took the time to look at. Michelle right in front of me, and one sitting on the steps behind her. I have never intentionally practiced talking to a dream character before so this was my time to practice. I toyed with her, just to see how she would react. Me: "Whats your name?" Her: "Michelle?" Me: "Where are we?" Her: "Pshh. (funny look)" Me: "So what's your name? Her: "Amanda!!" I can't remember the next question... If there was one. For that is when he spoke. The man on the stairs. And whatever he said, it shocked me awake. When he spoke, his voice had dark intent. He was challenging me. He implied something about me fooling with my dream character. He looked poor, like a bum on the streets. He was fiddling with something he held in his hands; hands with half finger gloves. He wore a dirty tan trench coat. The typical look of a street beggar. But, this entity I could tell was not friendly. He did not like me toying with the girl, and whatever he said had enough impact to kick me out of the dream. I remembered what he said at first. But, as I lay there trying to fight my way back into a dream, trying to replay the dream over and over, I could not get to that point. I must have tried to recap the dream anywhere from 5 to 10 times. I can't remember because, I never could. Each time I tried I fell straight to sleep. Then I would jolt awake. This happened over and over. Each time with a reality check, and each time to no avail. I gave up with the intention of writing it down later. Here it is. Perhaps all of those times when I am so tired I can barely move, it is because I am in fact dreaming.