Anyway, I shake my head desperately to wake myself up (it always seems like a viable strategy at the time
), and I think I have woken, because I am in my bed. But sometimes I can't move at all, or I get out of bed to find that something about my house is slightly different: for a while, my signal that I hadn't made it out of the dream was a spilled bowl of cereal by my bedroom door; then, it was my mother, standing mute and petrified in the kitchen. Two of the most intense dreams of this type involve me waking up in my bed, however, I wasn’t really awake. In my first dream, a withered, disembodied hand reached up from the floor and grabbed my arm, and I could feel the pain of its nails digging into me.
In another dream, I end up in the basement of a theater with a lot of strangers, and we realize we are all going to die because there is a fire on the first floor and we are trapped. I grab a girl’s hand, so we can comfort each other, then I realize that I am in a dream. I “wake up†in my bed, but I am still holding the girl’s hand. I can’t see it, but Ifeel her skin and its warmth against my own and I feel the desperation in her grasp. I felt annoyed that she had followed me out of the dream, yet guilty for leaving her to die as I pulled my hand away.
Sorry about the length of this post; I understand that one’s own dreams are never are interesting to other people, but these are such vivid experiences for me (especially the last one) that I wanted to share, see if anyone has had similar experiences, and find out what everyone’s take is.
What is most interesting to me is how vividly the senses of touch and pain come through, and how fervently I have to fight to get out of this in between state where I am almost awake and almost “home†but not quite.
Any thoughts, explanations, or similar stories to share?
