This post may give you nightmares.
I tend to have the weirdest dreams. Being of a high sensitivity, spiritually, I visit weird places in my deep sleep. I’ll tell you about a dream I had a while ago, in which I couldn’t fucking wake myself up.
It started by me waking up in my bed in my home. My wife was laying next to me as always, but she was facing the wall. I got up to use the bathroom, which is in our room. Now I felt really groggy, not like sleepy groggy but fading. Almost as if my vision was blurry. I finished, and when I was heading back to my bed I began to notice the feeling of being weirdly in the wrong place. It began to creep me out. I laid down, and was staring up at the celing trying to figure out why I felt like I wasn’t home. I mean, I clearly was home, in my bed, next to my wife. She’s always a heavy sleeper so her not even moving a bit wasn’t even out of character.
As I’m starting to breathe heavier, panic creeping up. I looked down at the window by our bed. It has blinds, but because of how low our bed is, I’m always able to look up through the slits into the night sky. This time however, when I looked it wasn’t dark blue starry. It was an orange almost reddish color. It looked beautiful, but I knew this wasn’t my sky. The Moon was huge and almost pure yellow. Also there was another orb a little bellow it, kinda like a second moon. Completely white and it glowed like a pulse.
At this point I knew I wasn’t home. I jumped to my feet, and began to pace back and forth. My brain was racing. Either I was asleep, and dreaming, or I slipped into another dimension or universe. I’m a strong believer in Astral Projection, but I had no idea where I was. I began to pinch myself.
“Wake up. Wake up.” I repeated as I paced.
Nothing worked. Then I smacked myself hard over, and over. I closed my eyes hard, and when I opened them again my Wife wasn’t in the bed anymore. Not in the room at all. Now I really started to panic because I was completely alone. I looked back, and there was no door. “What the fuck is happening!?” I was angry now. Defensive, and ready to swing on whatever creepy thing might pop up.
I shut my eyes tight again, and I wad laying down in my bed. I sat up slowly. I woke up. I sighed in relief, but then I looked out the window, and the stupid weird beautiful sky with two moons was out there. “Oh what the fuck? Seriously?!” I stood up, pissed off.
This time my wife woke up. She wasn’t a monster she was just her, normal, Gorgeous, Beautiful her and she was annoyed that I woke her up. “Babe what are you doing?” She squinted at me. I stepped away. “You’re not Jasmin.” She yawned. “What?” I shifted where I stood. “This isn’t real. I might be dreaming. Or maybe I’m in another dimension. I don’t know, but you’re not MY Jasmin.” She rubbed her eyes and laid on her side. “Baby I think you’re sleep talking again, or something just come lay down. It’s okay. Go to sleep.” She patted the bed, sleepily.
“Nope nope nope. I don’t belong here.” I began to slap my arms hard. “You’re home Babe. It’s okay. I’m real. This isn’t a dream.” I almost believed her. “No! It’s not real because everything looks blurry, like if I’m under water, and I don’t feel any pain right now.” I emphasized my point by slapping my own head hard.
She sighed clearly bothered I was keeping her up. “Come to sleep Babe.” I groaned exasperated. “Look! It doesn’t hurt!” I began to punch the wall, repeatedly, like if I was boxing it. Harder and harder, but I felt nothing.
“Babe stop. What the fuck?!” She made an effort to stand up and come to me but I held my hand up. “Don’t! My real wife is probably asleep next to me. What if I don’t wake up? I gotta get back to her.” I took a deep slow breath. I just had to regain control of my consciousness again. I had to communicate with my real body, and wake myself up.
I began to do meditation breathing, slowly inhaling then exhaling. I envisioned my real room, and me asleep. Pretty soon I could feel my real fan blowing on my face. It took all of me, but I moved my thumb. I began to scratch the side of my hand with my thumb nail. I could barely feel it though.
I have to wake up. I have to. I’m in control. The scratching feeling became stronger now. The rest of my fingers began to jerk softly. Then I felt myself being pulled out, slowly, then all at once. I gasped for air, opened my eyes and I was back, in my real world. I sighed in relief, and shook my wife gently. “Babe I had the creepiest dream.”
I researched my dream, and turns out Lucid Dreams are super common. There are tricks to wake yourself up, as well as dream for you to control them, and make them really cool. I might try it another time. If I get trapped inside my own mind again.
I wonder where I was though. It was such a complex sky. Normally dreams are things you’ve seen before but don’t remember. I obviously have never seen a fucking sunset orange night sky with two moons! Also the other Jasmin seemed determined to keep me there. I don’t know what it was exactly, but man did it fuck my mind up.
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