An excuse to do something stupid
Friday, November 16, 2007
Levels of Twilight
I freaked out again last night with a nightmare that I had before. I dreamt that I was awake in my bed but I was unable to move a muscle. I wasn't able to open my eyes, move my fingers, nor move my limbs without a terrible struggle. My mind, however, was convinced that I was awake. With a great effort I was able to get out of bed and I struggled to walk to my parents' room, but I can't see my way as I was unable to open my eyes. I was vaguely aware that I might be dreaming, having experienced this awfulness before, and I was able to keep myself calm.
Then I woke up from that dream. After struggling to find the light switch with my unyielding limbs, I found myself in my bed again, consciousness fully awake and struggling to comprehend what just transpired. I concluded that it was a dream, and decided to transfer to my parents' room. But I was still unable to move a muscle. I tried to assess if this was still a dream, but it all felt very real, and besides, didn't I already wake up from a dream? Still unable to open my eyelids, I was able to lumber over to our maid's room (which was on the way to my parents' room) and I tried to wake her up by shaking her. But I was still unable to move my arms, so I sat down on her bed and found myself sitting on her leg, successfully waking her up. I tried to issue instructions for her to prepare a mattress for my use on the other room, but I was unable to move my mouth, and even mumbling incoherently was a struggle. At some point I was able to jump and shake my wrists in an effort to stimulate circulation, but I still found myself unable to open my eyes.
Fully convinced that it was no longer a dream, I found myself again on my bed, apparently waking up from another dream. This time I was able to open my eyes and move around, and I became convinced that it was over, that I was really awake and in my bed. With no more urges to transfer rooms, I got back to sleep with no further freaky dreams.
This must be what an Other feels, as one moves through the different levels of the Twilight.
Then I woke up from that dream. After struggling to find the light switch with my unyielding limbs, I found myself in my bed again, consciousness fully awake and struggling to comprehend what just transpired. I concluded that it was a dream, and decided to transfer to my parents' room. But I was still unable to move a muscle. I tried to assess if this was still a dream, but it all felt very real, and besides, didn't I already wake up from a dream? Still unable to open my eyelids, I was able to lumber over to our maid's room (which was on the way to my parents' room) and I tried to wake her up by shaking her. But I was still unable to move my arms, so I sat down on her bed and found myself sitting on her leg, successfully waking her up. I tried to issue instructions for her to prepare a mattress for my use on the other room, but I was unable to move my mouth, and even mumbling incoherently was a struggle. At some point I was able to jump and shake my wrists in an effort to stimulate circulation, but I still found myself unable to open my eyes.
Fully convinced that it was no longer a dream, I found myself again on my bed, apparently waking up from another dream. This time I was able to open my eyes and move around, and I became convinced that it was over, that I was really awake and in my bed. With no more urges to transfer rooms, I got back to sleep with no further freaky dreams.
This must be what an Other feels, as one moves through the different levels of the Twilight.
Labels: dreams, pop culture references
:: posted by stoned raccoon, 11:11 PM
