How I got started with dreaming

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Hi everyone, (this is NOT an introduction thread) Here, I will explain to you the events of August 2004, when I was in a coma, and how I got started on the subject of dreaming. I was 10 years old at this time, and I was on a scooter going down a hill at a rather fast pace, when I lost control and suffered a major head injury after hitting the ground. I blacked out, and I was in a coma for three weeks. During these three weeks, I had the most realistic dreams one could ever... Dream (no pun intended.) These dreams did not involve me flying, or making ridiculous statements (i.e., WHERE IS THE CARPET SCRUBBER?), it was incredibly accurate. Here begins the extensive three week dream.. (This is also up for interpretation. I'm not JUST going to tell you my story. If anyone could tell me what this could possibly mean, you get my thanks and respect.) As soon as I hit my head and blacked out (which signified the cross between the real world and this dream world my mind had conjured up during the coma; everything beyond this point signifies 'dream world,' if you will), "reality" flashed back almost instantly and I came to rest at the bottom of the massive hill. My sister, who had been supervising me, rushed down to see if I was okay. I had a massive bump on my head, and was rushed to the hospital immediately. I was told to put ice on it until "it got better", and I was told I was going to be okay. Life went on as normal from there, it seemed so incredibly realistic. Everyone in this extensively realistic dream was not anyone I knew, but they were someone I knew. For example, my real father was replaced with a father-like figure, and although he behaved in the same manner, he looked nothing like my real father. Same with my mother, sister, and brothers. As soon as I began to question this, however, they instantly 'transformed' back into my normal family. One night, in dream world, I went to sleep. I woke up in the hospital room where I had been resting for the past three weeks, apparently in a coma. The nurse had just been tending to me, (i.e., checking blood pressure, heart rate, etc.) when I woke up from the coma. Aaaaand that was it. Just thought I'd share that with you guys, to give you a little insight on how I got started. Again, this is also up for interpretation. If anyone can tell me why my brain tried to cover up this incident by letting it all play out safe, instead of staying black and letting me wonder what the hell's going on, that would be fantastic. Solved. Thanks guys.