The title says it. I’ve gotten to the point where I spontaneously become lucid in regular dreams, and those are usually pretty normal, but when they end, I have a false awakening into a very disturbing version of my house. This one happened this morning, and was by far the longest.
When the regular LD ended, I woke up into a non-lucid false awakening. I felt myself moving like I was about to WILD, and stayed still so I’d get a twofer LD. I felt myself falling, and opened my eyes. I was still in my room, but the ceiling was stretching out hundreds of feet above me. This disturbed me, for some reason, and I closed my eyes again. I never felt myself land, which makes me pretty sure it was a false awakening, and I never actually woke up. Anyway, I got up, and was immediately greeted by a pseudo-visible demon that always accosts me when I have these dreams. By pseudo-visible, I mean it’s not really transparent, but it’s not all there and it’s not invisible. It’s really hard to describe. This time i got a good look at it. It was short, weedy, and bald, with long pointy ears. It kind of looked like a Moria goblin, I guess. It ran at me and tried to tackle me, so I punched it in the face and it ran away. I had a chance to look around my room, and good lord it was weird. An overwhelming sense of dread in the air, skeletal faces imprinted on the walls and door, everything was very Silent Hill. I tried to speak, to maybe banish whatever was in the dream, but I couldn’t talk. I finally managed to mumble “Lucidity times 10”, which did nothing. I was almost too afraid of what I’d see to leave my room, but I opened the door and walked out. I fumbled for the light switch but couldn’t find it, and just kept walking forward. The feeling of dread was still palpable in the air, and I vaguely remember hearing weird noises in the distance. A room about ten feet down the hall was lit, however, and the door was open. I wanted to go in, just to have a safe haven in which to try to find a way to fix the house. The room was my grandpa’s room, but there was a blanket on the chair in there, with a large bulk very obviously under the blanket. I started to step in, and as my body passed the threshold the light started to turn brown and fade. I decided I didn’t want to know what would happen if I stepped all the way through, so I went on to the living room. I don’t remember much about the living room, but I finally gave up trying to deal with what was going on, and started slapping myself to wake myself up. I didn’t feel anything though, and the thought crossed my mind that I’d be stuck in the dream world forever, but I finally shook my head and woke up to a non-frightening false awakening.
I’m wondering, does anyone else have this problem? Is there something I can do to banish it? I can’t talk, I’ve tried, no sound comes out.
Thanks.