So this morning, i woke up around 6 by my sister and mother who were making breakfast. Normally, my alarm wakes me up at around 6:30, but because it is Saturday morning, I didn’t put it on. Realizing i could lounge around in bed for another hour or so, i quickly relaxed. I was too tired to attempt a WILD, so i let my mind wander. As i daydreamed, i heard my alarm click. (My alarm makes a clicking sound before it goes off). Instinctively, i began to move so i could turn it off when i realized it wasn’t "actually" going off. I suppose i had imagined the clicking sound, because as soon as i relaxed again, my ears were filled with what sounded like a tornado. I couldn’t move, i felt as if someone was sitting on my chest and i couldn’t open my eyes.. I also was not thinking very rationally; i cant explain it but i felt as if i had a thousand things going through my head at once. I wanted to wake up, and after about a dozen false awakenings, i started thrashing and screaming in what i guess is my 'dream self' . This clearly sent a message, because as my dream self began to rise from the bed, my real self did as well, and both the dream and real images of getting out of bed crossed paths and i woke up half out of bed.

What is so strange is that right after i woke up, i questioned why i wanted wake up. I sincerely believe that i didn’t think rationally, because now that i look back at it, it was an awesome experience.

Im also curious on how it actually came about - it was completely unintentional. I suppose my alarm clock had something to do with it.