Second LD: Dark and Scary
Hi all again, I just had my second lucid dream, and it far shorter and, to put it lightly, not quite as pleasant as my first. In fact, just as I learned in my first LD that observing the dream state shows how vivid and realistic dreams are, this dream has shown me quite the opposite; how scary nightmares really are when you know that you're in one. I don't very often have nightmares at all, so this was rather unusual for me. On reading it, it really doesn't sound very scary, but I guess that is the case with a lot of dreams.
I've skipped the first (non-lucid) part of the dream, which has no significance to the lucid part. The following is the lucid part of the dream as best I remember it:
I awoke in my room at my parents house, but the bed was in an unusual position, along-side the wall that lies between the two windows. My head was at the end of the bed closest to the larger window of the room. I was quite scared by the strangeness of the situation. It was night time and the room very dark, it took some time for my eyes to adjust so that I could see where I was. I knew immediately at this point that I was dreaming, and my fear turned partially into excitement, although the darkness was somewhat in the way of anything that I might have wanted to do during this lucid dream. I got out of my bed and headed for the window in front of me to go outside, but just as I was about to open it, I woke up.
I awoke in the same place again. This time, staring up at the ceiling and finding movement considerably more difficult. I noticed strange black patterns and shapes on the ceiling and tried to figure out what they were. It seemed totally logical to conclude that these were a poster and some stickers that my brother had put on the ceiling in my absense. I still knew that I was dreaming, but despite this, it was quite scary. I managed to move my hands enough to do a reality check. I tried to push my thumb through the palm of my hand, but the check passed since nothing unusual happened. I momentarily considered the possibility that I wasn't, in fact, dreaming, but in spite of this, still concluded that I was.
I wanted to get out of this dark room and go elsewhere. I'm not sure how I managed it, but I was able to start spinning, even whilst mostly paralyzed and lying down. The sensations of the bed disappeared as I did this, and I seemed to be floating in nothingness for a few seconds. I tried to imagine a bright place to go to, but when I stopped, I was lying in my bed in my room. I had awoke for real this time.
Despite the real awakening, I was still unsure whether I was dreaming, probably due partially to the fact that it is remarkably unusual for me to wake during in darkness during the summer, and partially due to the realism of the dream. It took me at least a minute to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming.
