Thread: Lucid dream where I couldn't get out of bed.

This is a rather long post, but it is one of the weirdest and most interesting LD’s I have ever had. I don't know what to make of it though. So I would love to hear what you guys think. The dream lasted quite a long time considering how messed up it was, felt like maybe 15 minutes. This is just a short version. Hopefully I haven’t left out anything important. In short it feels like I was in a contest with my subconscious.

I layed down in my bed to relax after a shower, and unintentionally fell asleep. At one point I realized I was dreaming about lying in my bed awake. I did a realitycheck. Lucid.

I tried to get out of bed to go on an adventure, but the dream felt very unstable so I decided to chill, wait and increase lucidity. Once I was ready to make another attempt I found that I was “stuck” in my bed. This is the second time this has happened so I recognized it immediately.

The last time summarized: was a lucid last year where I could get out of bed, but every step away from it felt like stretching a rubber band, and as I moved my vision would morph and fade into the view from my bed. After several tries I decided to call for my sister to come help me. (Which didn’t make sense since I live alone) She answered, but couldn’t be be bothered to help which pissed me off. After a while I ended up setting myself on fire, hoping to burn whatever was holding me down. It woke me up.

This time was different. First of all there was no rubber band feeling, rather the difficulties with getting out of bed varied. And each time I found a solution, a new problem would arise. For example, I often had trouble moving my sheets. I could move my arms, but they were like a ghosts and nothing happened. Once I learned how to make my hands move the sheats I suddenly felt like my body weighed a ton, and once I learned to cope with that I would get more and more dizzy and disoriented the further from bed I got. As soon as I had moved a few steps my vision would become that from my bed, looking at the wall. Every single time I ended up back in bed, staring at the wall.

In the aftermath of the last dream I had decided that the best way to deal with a dream like this was to take the opportunity to meditate in bed while lucid. I tried but it didn’t feel right. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving in to this thing. I wanted to beat it.

After many failed attempts I decided to just chill in bed and call out into the apartment, trying to get some female DC to come entertain me. Didn’t work. But I could suddenly feel a presence from behind the wall. The wood in the wall turned into the type of “curtains”(English sorry) that consist of vertical metal sheets, and you can look inbetween them. There was somebody in my livingroom. And there was a warm orange light shining through. They were moving back and forth. I asked them to come in, still hoping for a woman if I was going to be stuck. But I got a feeling it was male.

A presence moved into the room, but I couldn’t see it. I felt helpless and I got a bit scared. At this point I had already tried between 10 and 20 times to get out of bed so naturally I was a bit pissy about the whole situation and I was more in a fight response than a flight one.

It never showed itself directly but instead moved back behind the “wall-curtain”. Moving, making noises, laughing… I got the impression that there were others as well. Sitting in my sofa. I tried many times to get up. But as soon as I found a solution to one problem new one presented itself and I was back on my back under the covers.

I talked to the character. Tried to get an understanding of the situation, or some help.. anything. No reply. I gradually lost my voice till I could only make hissing noises. Suddenly I heard myself snoring. I usually don't snore, but then I am coming out of a flu and I also rarely sleep on my back. The loud snoring was present through the rest of the dream, contributing further to my frustration.

Eventually the curtains were slightly opened, and I could see a man there, couldn’t make out his face. He would move back and forth playfully. Making an opening and peeking through for a second before closing it. I thought it was funny, and since I had no voice I decided to communicate in the only way I knew how and just give him childish waves with my hand whenever he opened one.

After a while he stopped and I was back to trying to get out of bed.
This time, after a couple of tries I figured out the trick. I had to keep my eyes closed. So long as I had my eyes closed I could move around naturally, not being transported back.

I was ready to deal with the situation. I put on air, built myself up to the point where I felt like a god of destruction. Ready for a possible fight. Honestly I felt like fighting at this point. It had gone on long enough. And as far as I was concerned the thing doing this to me was some asshole demon making fun of me. After a couple more failed attempts I had the closed eye technique under control, and I searched the apartment looking for him. When I eventually found him, I grabbed him by the shoulders… No words were said. I couldn’t speak, and he apparently wouldn’t. So I did what I felt most like and I punched him in the face as hard as I could.
He disappeared. I could tell he was still in the apartment. But I didn’t care. I wanted to go somewhere else. I've spent plenty of time being lucid in my flat.
I slipped up and opened my eyes, and had to restart.

This time it felt more like a false awakening, though not quite…and I was a bit worried that I was loosing my mind, so I decided to at least put some clothes on before I left the apartment. I managed to find some clothes without my sight and I headed out the door. I gradually managed to learn how to see without my eyes, it wasn’t clear yet. but clear enough to navigate. I didn’t know what I wanted to do so I just walked, my mind was focused on what had just happened and learning to see with my eyes closed.

I ended up in an indoor gym. People playing football and land-hockey. I was frustrated and needed to let off some steam so I just started chasing after the balls like a maniac, ruining the game. After just half a minute of this I punched some kid in the mouth for being fat and looking at me wrong. At this point my closed eye vision was perfectly clear.

I wanted to leave the gym, but I suddenly found myself back in bed.
False awakening. I bought into it for a little while, but suddenly I was back in bed and I realized I was still dreaming. I got up with my eyes closed and walked into the apartment before waking up for real.

What was this?