The beginning of this post may be confusing as I am still learning to write my dream in a manner that others can understand.
My boyfriend and I have a cat named (Higgins.) I’m allergic to cats so he’s not allowed on the bed. Well I went to take a nap and left the door to the bedroom open. My mattress is on the floor and while I lay there I suddenly feel his little paw prints press into the cover next to me. I nudge him away and he moves off the bed. I start to fall asleep and I feel him do it again so I get up and put him out of the room and shut the door tight behind me. Then I got and lay back down.
This is when it gets weird. So I’m laying there restless and all of the sudden I feel him walking on the bed again. My eyes shoot open and there is nothing there. I think I am paranoid and must have just imagined it. I close my eyes and it happens again. I get up look around the room and check the door. I think at this point that I’m hallucinating or that something paranormal is happening because I can feel the covers moving and I just must be losing my mind. I’m a little nervous but I lay down again. This time I actually feel his fur brush against my face when he walks by and I’m too scared to open my eyes. I eventually fall asleep. (Note: during this I believe I was in and out of sleep but I can’t be sure. I know I was not dreaming though)
I’m dreaming now and for some reason I’m in my kitchen when I become lucid. I look around and everything is antique looking sort of brown grey. It’s all my furnishing but it’s nightmarish and eerie. I try to calm down so that I won’t wake myself. I breath for a minute and then assign myself a task just to see if I have control (previous LD I have found myself with less and less control.) I wash my hands in the sink and then attempt to dry them with thought. It is unsuccessful so I wipe them on my jeans. I then decide to try and fly; all the while there is this panicked feeling. Whatever it is I’m scared of is moving in and I’m running out of time. I can’t escape the house but I manage to hover in the corner of my living room. It’s almost here now (the nightmare) and I panic. I try to wake my self up.
This enters me into a false awakening. I sit up fat and back into the corner of the bed. My boyfriend wakes up and asks me what wrong. I’m sitting in the corner shaking and trying to explain to him about my dream and then it hits me. I might now really be awake. I tell him this and he laughs. I tell him I have to check and I go to a mirror in the bedroom but it’s to dark to see. So I got to the bathroom. I go to turn on the light and it comes on buts it’s so dim I cant make out any definite shapes. I say, “It is a dream. I’m still dreaming.” And then I wake up.
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