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I went to bed early last night, and while usually I spend some time tossing and turning and despite the fact that I'd napped twice that day, I fell asleep almost instantly. I almost remember going from being awake to dreaming, and then I found myself in an old mansion with innumerable rooms and floors.
I usually enjoy these dreams; I can explore, and find hidden treasure while defeating old wizards, before taking out a criminal enterprise in the basement. This time, I was also completely aware it was a dream, which happens sometimes, but for once I had absolutely no control of what was going on, and that's definitely new. If it's a lucid dream, then I'm meant to decide what happens, and anything I don't like will immediately be changed.
I was moving through the mansion, passing through rooms with tables and bookshelves and nondescript furniture. I kept wanting to look more closely, to see what would happen and what mysteries I could discover if I hung around, but I couldn't stop. I was pulled further, through hallways and up stairs, and I remember thinking I wouldn't be able to find those rooms again. It made me sad, and a little worried, because I had no idea where I was going.
I realised suddenly that I wasn't really walking, I was floating; in the dream, I decided that made no sense, and that someone was obviously carrying me. They were holding me very awkwardly, but they were most definitely the reason why I had no control over where I was going. I lost that thought again quickly though, as I moved through a doorway and into a room with a pool table in the centre, and then across a bridge.
Upon reaching that bridge, I finally became aware of a noise that had been bothering me all along. It was a song, loud in my head and all around me, and for some reason that's what finally got to me. All through this, I had been taking it very calmly, but at that moment I decided to wake myself up.
I don't know how I did it, but I was suddenly awake, staring up at the ceiling. The song was still in my head, and I could finally make out the words: It was one sentence, repeating over and over, to a techno beat. It was persistent and loud enough that it left no room for any thoughts of my own, and it felt like that was the point: to keep me from thinking. I remember deciding it could have been good, if it wasn't so unnerving. It felt familiar, but at the same time, I doubted I had ever heard it before.
I still felt like I had no control over my body, even though I was no longer dreaming. It took a few minutes before I dared to twitch an arm to check, and then I rolled over onto my stomach just to prove that I could and that I wasn't scared. I didn't feel tired, but I fell asleep again almost immediately.
I usually enjoy these dreams; I can explore, and find hidden treasure while defeating old wizards, before taking out a criminal enterprise in the basement. This time, I was also completely aware it was a dream, which happens sometimes, but for once I had absolutely no control of what was going on, and that's definitely new. If it's a lucid dream, then I'm meant to decide what happens, and anything I don't like will immediately be changed.
I was moving through the mansion, passing through rooms with tables and bookshelves and nondescript furniture. I kept wanting to look more closely, to see what would happen and what mysteries I could discover if I hung around, but I couldn't stop. I was pulled further, through hallways and up stairs, and I remember thinking I wouldn't be able to find those rooms again. It made me sad, and a little worried, because I had no idea where I was going.
I realised suddenly that I wasn't really walking, I was floating; in the dream, I decided that made no sense, and that someone was obviously carrying me. They were holding me very awkwardly, but they were most definitely the reason why I had no control over where I was going. I lost that thought again quickly though, as I moved through a doorway and into a room with a pool table in the centre, and then across a bridge.
Upon reaching that bridge, I finally became aware of a noise that had been bothering me all along. It was a song, loud in my head and all around me, and for some reason that's what finally got to me. All through this, I had been taking it very calmly, but at that moment I decided to wake myself up.
I don't know how I did it, but I was suddenly awake, staring up at the ceiling. The song was still in my head, and I could finally make out the words: It was one sentence, repeating over and over, to a techno beat. It was persistent and loud enough that it left no room for any thoughts of my own, and it felt like that was the point: to keep me from thinking. I remember deciding it could have been good, if it wasn't so unnerving. It felt familiar, but at the same time, I doubted I had ever heard it before.
I still felt like I had no control over my body, even though I was no longer dreaming. It took a few minutes before I dared to twitch an arm to check, and then I rolled over onto my stomach just to prove that I could and that I wasn't scared. I didn't feel tired, but I fell asleep again almost immediately.