#409 - DIELD - 6:06AM I have a long and confusing dream about sleeping at my parents old house. The time keeps changing and I worry about getting up for work on time. The early details aren't important, but my parents eventually tell me they are leaving to go to a tomato festival. They leave my room and I lay there for a moment. Suddenly, I hear a terrible scream and cats fighting. I rush to the top of the stairs and see my cats running out of a bedroom at the bottom with tails fluffed out. I wake slightly and relax back into the dream. I am the stairs again and I go down to the room at the bottom. It's dark in there and I feel like something evil is hiding in the room. I spend some time calling out whatever monster may be lurking with various forms of profanity, but nothing happens. Then, I fearfully reach into the room and try the light switch, but, of course, that doesn't work either. I decide this is all stupid and leave out the back door. As I step out, the cats rush past me into the yard. This makes me worry that something is following me so I turn and walk backwards a while. Thankfully, nothing is there. The house seems extra dark now that I am standing in full sunlight and I turn to have a look at the dream environment. The colors of the trees are a extra vivid and bright green, but also very dream like and blurry at the edges of my vision. I feel awe and peace and this makes me want to fly up into the sky. Before I can do anything else, I suddenly wake without warning.
After having had a shitty night due to a nasty cold, this morning I was feeling very sleepy. As I didn't have to go to the uni, I thought I would sleep more. It was 10 am when I last checked the clock in waking world. I was lying on my bed and my mind was wandering, having random thoughts. My bed was on my boyfriend's corridor, the stairs of his house were at my left. Then I realised... that's not my bedroom, I must be in a dream. I felt somewhat strange, like I still wasn't entirely in the dream, because somehow I could still feel my waking body, it's hard to explain. It was like I had slept through the whole process of a WILD and I had awoken seconds away from entering the dream. Well, anyway. At this point I started hearing footsteps coming from the stairs at my left. I assumed that had to be an audible hallucination, but it still freaked me out. I thought I would test myself to see if I was in the dream for good or not yet. I tried turning my head towards the footsteps (my head was turned to the right) and if I could move it with ease, it meant I was already in the dream. When I did it, I felt I was completely paralysed. This scared me even more, I don't know why. Stupid as I am, instead of waiting a bit longer, I kept forcing my neck, I needed to turn it no matter what because the relentless footsteps were getting the better of me. I had never experienced paralysis or hallucinations this vivid ever before. At some point during this process, I didn't feel in the dream anymore, I felt my physical body so paralysed that even my eyelids were glued shut. And still, the footsteps were vivid. Ultimately, I managed to move my neck and when I did, I snapped out of the whole thing and the footsteps stopped. It was then when I cleared my mind and realised I had lost a golden opportunity. But anyway, I'm glad I finally experienced sleep paralysis and hallucinations with such vividness.
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