Me and my sleeping oddities
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Around age seven or eight to eleven, I had a number of odd sleeping problems. About six times I sleep walked and talked. I'd frequently scream or cry in dreams. I had nightmares all the time, and often had those waking up still in a dream loops. Twice I had sleep paralysis. Once involving seeing aliens walking to my bed, and another where my cat was eating it's kitten while the kitten talked to me. I woke up but couldn't find he line between the dream and being awake because the cat really was in my room.
At about age ten, I saw a Scooby Doo episode where Shaggy was hiding with Scooby, and Shaggy said "Okay Scoob, now I'm going to close my eyes, count to three, open them, and this will all turn out to be a dream." I thought it was stupid for him to say that because I didn't think you'd be aware you're dreaming to say that in a dream. Not many days after, I dreamed I was hiding in some building from octopus creature while it crushed people to death from around the corner. I don't think I thought it was a dream, but mimicking the cartoon, I tried the counting method to wake myself up. It didn't work at first, but something felt odd when I tried it, so I did it again. I did it one more time, this time not aware that everything around me wasn't real, but thinking I could somehow escape if I focused, I did focus hard on touch, and woke myself up.
I did this a few more times in other nightmares to escape. After that I started to question the reality of my dreams in more peaceful dreams when I noticed I didn't have a shadow or that the dream was in third person. Knowing that nothing I did in the dream had permanent consequences, I started fights and grabbed random boobs. I'm going to guess this happened about five times before I was able to bend the dream reality some.
All of this was seven or eight years ago, so it's hard to remember some of this, but I specifically remember giving myself the ability to jump really high over the neighborhood, like everywhere I landed was a super-trampoline. I think I did some other minor stuff, but I can't remember them specifically.
I don't think I sleep walked/talked, lucid dreamed, had sleep paralysis or many nightmares from age 12 to 14, but when I was 15 I developed irregular sleeping patterns and insomnia, and had the most terrifying experience of my life. Before this experience I had some of the symptoms it causes, but very mildly. A few times before, I had felt like things were moving abnormally fast, textures were odd, and all motion seemed a little threatening. This happened four or five times, but I can only specifically remember one. I was seven or eight, playing Super Mario World for hours, trying to get past a haunted castle level. The music seemed to play abnormally fast, I got a little dizzy, and the motions of people looked wrong, like the girl in The Ring, but it went away within a half hour.
The time it happened when I was 15, it was much worse. I woke up and all I could remember about my dream was an impossible sensory experience. I woke up with an imagined texture, but understanding it in thee dimensions, in an infinitely long and wide panel, and in detail I couldn't have imagined before this. This impossible idea was horrible, but I couldn't focus on anything but it. I somehow knew I was sitting in my bed, but couldn't see, smell, taste, feel or hear anything outside of this madness. Slowly, darkness I hadn't realized was there faded, and I realized my eyes were open while I was freaking out, I was screaming. It was hard to bring my comprehension of reality into focus. I looked around the room and grabbed at my blanket trying to bring myself back into the real world, but everything I sensed was horrible. I had the impossible, infinite detailed texture in my mind's eye still, and there was a similar sensation from my blankets. They were like electric clay, but that's the closest I can come to describing them. Really, nothing can describe how everything felt. The bed, the walls, everything was like soap suds, but really heavy. After about ten seconds of being able to see but freaking out, my mom came into the room to see why I was screaming, but she scarred the shit out of me. I knew who she was, but her mass in motion seemed impossible and disturbing. I kept telling her to stand outside the door and don't talk while I struggled with myself, and she finally did for me. I told her to wait, now aware I was on some kind of trip, and I should wait it out. Rationality started to fade, but so did the scariness of the sensations a little.
I was compelled to go downstairs from my room. At first I had no real reason to do this. I felt like I just had to go there. When I got up I thought that I had to go down the exact middle of the stairs perfectly, or an incorporeal, five foot long pyramid with a two by two foot base, floating horizontally, would impale me through the back, and although the object did not seem to exist in this dimension, I somehow knew it was orange. I also thought my mom had to do the same. I slowly went half way down the stairs trying to do this, but started to find it to be less important to do it perfectly as I got closer to the bottom. At the bottom I became aware again that I needed to wait this out, and I went to sit on the couch. I had no sense of time sitting there for somewhere from the first ten minutes to hour, but the trip faded completley after three hours of TV.
I've never taken a hallucinogenic drug.
-Anyone know what this was? My doctor said he didn't know, like I was wasting his time.
TL;DR:
Does someone with a history of mild lucid dreaming at a young age have an increased chance/ability to develop lusid dreaming?
