- Nov 27, 2009
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I'm simply going to be sharing a lucid nightmare I had today and yes I do mean lucid as in I was aware I was asleep and I was trying to influence it, you can either share your own strange dreams if you want or you can discuss mine if you like.
I wake up it's early, time to work but it's my day off and I'm tired, I decide to go back to sleep, but the light emanating from the window slipping through the cracks of the old curtain won't let me, I cover myself
I wake up, it's early but something's off, the room's different, it's bigger and it's filled with stuff, inane meaningless but colourful things, my body though, it's different I can tell, it's bigger and shorter, with big burly hands, I get up, and start to walk but I fall down, I move, I can tell that I'm giving the right commands but the body won't respond, everything fades to back.
I wake up, it's dark, I'm in a couch in the distance there are two silhouettes of people watching something on a TV that makes noise and images that seem completely unintelligible to me, this time my body's thinner, with small delicate hands, I try to get up but I fall, suddenly I'm on my feet and these people are telling me something, but it's either beyond my comprehension or lost to my memory, I can tell however that they want something and that I don't want to give it up, I try to run, but I don't have full control of this body, however I manage to stumble my way to the door and as I nervously open it, the light from the outside blinds me and I close my eyes.
I wake up, I'm in the middle of the street, on the floor, my hands dark and dirty, filled with callouses, I try to move but I can't, I ask the faceless people passing by for help but they ignore me, I try to move again and this time I manage it, I'm dragging this limp body, this flesh prison around, I blink.
I'm walking now, in an apartment complex I know I live downstairs so take the stairs down to what seems like a basement area, but when I'm done I'm up on the balcony, holding my now extremely thin and soft hand up covering from the dazzling bright sunlight hitting my face, I turn left, there's a door there which looks like the door to my apartment but I know it's not, I walk towards it but I collapse, I try to move but this body barely responds, someone's there in the balcony, this time he has a face and he looks tired but it's no face I recognise, I ask for help, he yells something in no language that I can understand, however I know he's asking someone else to help catch me, I try to get up and run but I fall, seeing no other option I use what little strength I have to jump off the balcony, I close my eyes as I fall.
I wake up, I'm in an apartment, I can tell I live here even though it looks nothing like my apartment, I'm desperate, I have to pay rent it's already past due, I open my wallet because I know I have enough, lots of coins, bills fall out more than could realistically fit in a wallet I think for a moment, as I count the exorbitant amount of cash I realise, it's not enough, I can't pay, someone knocks on the door, I know it's the landlord so I don't answer but my brother is there, he heads to the door and I tell him to stop but he doesn't, the landlord enters as well as that man from before now holding a baseball bat with them a lot of other very angry looking men, I try to explain to the landlord that something came up and I don't have enough but he won't listen, the men walk towards me with obvious aggressive intent, everything fades to black.
I wake up, I'm in a coffin, I can tell for a moment I feel relieved, at least I can finally rest, but I get up and now I'm somewhere else, it's unfamiliar but it seems comforting, nothing looks like anything though, at least not things I have the capability to describe through language, but I can't be here I think.
I wake up I'm back at the apartment again I'm tired, but I get up anyway, this feels like me, I head to the kitchen to cook something, but I'm not there anymore, I'm still in the dream, but I just want to wake up, I try to force myself to wake up but there's no body, I can only think, not even scream, I try to wake up and everything goes black again.
I wake up I'm in the couch again, then I remember, I don't own a couch, it's still that damned dream again, the silhouettes are still there, I try to run towards them to get answers but the body won't move, it continues to be there limp, I give up I close my eyes.
I wake up again, seemingly for real, yet that feeling that I'm still trapped in that unending dream won't go away, even as I type this hours later after shopping and being nagged by my family over the phone yet again because I never visit, it just won't go away.
So anyway that was it, I know it's not terrifying like to other people, but I have my doubts about my perception of reality and being unable to tell when I'm dreaming by such a long chain of waking up over and over again doesn't really do me any favours.
I wake up it's early, time to work but it's my day off and I'm tired, I decide to go back to sleep, but the light emanating from the window slipping through the cracks of the old curtain won't let me, I cover myself
I wake up, it's early but something's off, the room's different, it's bigger and it's filled with stuff, inane meaningless but colourful things, my body though, it's different I can tell, it's bigger and shorter, with big burly hands, I get up, and start to walk but I fall down, I move, I can tell that I'm giving the right commands but the body won't respond, everything fades to back.
I wake up, it's dark, I'm in a couch in the distance there are two silhouettes of people watching something on a TV that makes noise and images that seem completely unintelligible to me, this time my body's thinner, with small delicate hands, I try to get up but I fall, suddenly I'm on my feet and these people are telling me something, but it's either beyond my comprehension or lost to my memory, I can tell however that they want something and that I don't want to give it up, I try to run, but I don't have full control of this body, however I manage to stumble my way to the door and as I nervously open it, the light from the outside blinds me and I close my eyes.
I wake up, I'm in the middle of the street, on the floor, my hands dark and dirty, filled with callouses, I try to move but I can't, I ask the faceless people passing by for help but they ignore me, I try to move again and this time I manage it, I'm dragging this limp body, this flesh prison around, I blink.
I'm walking now, in an apartment complex I know I live downstairs so take the stairs down to what seems like a basement area, but when I'm done I'm up on the balcony, holding my now extremely thin and soft hand up covering from the dazzling bright sunlight hitting my face, I turn left, there's a door there which looks like the door to my apartment but I know it's not, I walk towards it but I collapse, I try to move but this body barely responds, someone's there in the balcony, this time he has a face and he looks tired but it's no face I recognise, I ask for help, he yells something in no language that I can understand, however I know he's asking someone else to help catch me, I try to get up and run but I fall, seeing no other option I use what little strength I have to jump off the balcony, I close my eyes as I fall.
I wake up, I'm in an apartment, I can tell I live here even though it looks nothing like my apartment, I'm desperate, I have to pay rent it's already past due, I open my wallet because I know I have enough, lots of coins, bills fall out more than could realistically fit in a wallet I think for a moment, as I count the exorbitant amount of cash I realise, it's not enough, I can't pay, someone knocks on the door, I know it's the landlord so I don't answer but my brother is there, he heads to the door and I tell him to stop but he doesn't, the landlord enters as well as that man from before now holding a baseball bat with them a lot of other very angry looking men, I try to explain to the landlord that something came up and I don't have enough but he won't listen, the men walk towards me with obvious aggressive intent, everything fades to black.
I wake up, I'm in a coffin, I can tell for a moment I feel relieved, at least I can finally rest, but I get up and now I'm somewhere else, it's unfamiliar but it seems comforting, nothing looks like anything though, at least not things I have the capability to describe through language, but I can't be here I think.
I wake up I'm back at the apartment again I'm tired, but I get up anyway, this feels like me, I head to the kitchen to cook something, but I'm not there anymore, I'm still in the dream, but I just want to wake up, I try to force myself to wake up but there's no body, I can only think, not even scream, I try to wake up and everything goes black again.
I wake up I'm in the couch again, then I remember, I don't own a couch, it's still that damned dream again, the silhouettes are still there, I try to run towards them to get answers but the body won't move, it continues to be there limp, I give up I close my eyes.
I wake up again, seemingly for real, yet that feeling that I'm still trapped in that unending dream won't go away, even as I type this hours later after shopping and being nagged by my family over the phone yet again because I never visit, it just won't go away.
So anyway that was it, I know it's not terrifying like to other people, but I have my doubts about my perception of reality and being unable to tell when I'm dreaming by such a long chain of waking up over and over again doesn't really do me any favours.