Some time had passed and I awoke from my sleep. I got up to get a drink of water. The main part of the house was dimly lit by a light left on over the kitchen sink which acted as the family night light. I walked from my bedroom and then into the near by bathroom which was on the way to the kitchen. It was during these series of steps that I realized something was amiss. My body felt atypical light and my senses seem to be keen and highly active especially for having woke up from a sound sleep. It was then that I realized I was not on a typical mission to get a glass of water.
Feeling that I was stuck somewhere between dreaming and awake but with an unusually acute sense of my surroundings the thought came to me in that moment that these feelings were the tell tale signs of a lucid dream as I had read about. Being somewhat analytical and always one to try to extract the most out a good happening I set out to explore this new and unique experience.
I proceeded to walk thru the house. I noted the texture of the floor on my bare feet. I proceeded to go up to one of the living room walls that was constructed of mahogany paneling. I touch it and was amused by how sensitive I was to the smoothness and coolness of the wood. I was filled with great excitement of this exploration.
Firmly convinced at this point that I was experiencing a “lucid dream” I walked to the front door. Knowing that there, according to things I heard or read, was my ability to leave the confines of the house. My thought was to visit my brother who would be appreciative of such an experience. I thought how do I do this, do I open the door or do I walk thru it. Obviously I was ill prepared to project myself to some other location. However as I was thinking thru the mechanic of projecting to another location a foreboding came over me. I realized that beyond the wall all was dark. And for some reason this may be very apprehensive and I backed away and turned towards the kitchen. I walked thru the narrow kitchen and stopped and turned towards the kitchen sink with a window above it. For a moment I stared into the glass noting the reflections of the elements of the kitchen. It struck me suddenly that I was not part of the portrait being reflected in the glass. Fear and panic swept over me and event the childish thought of vampirism flashed thru my brain as I tried to make sense of it.
The next recollection, as if immediately transported back to bed ,was that I was opening my eyes. I slowly sat up in bed my heart still pounding but feeling much relief and yet a bit of disappointment that the experience was over. Then I realized I still had a sensation of lightness, I turned and looked back towards my pillow. To my great dismay at the time I saw my body lying there, hopefully, only asleep. Panic once again set in but there was the urgent thought that I had to reconnect with my body. I quickly laid back down feeling the “other” me, for lack of better term, emerging back into my still body on the bed. I sat back up this time a little more quickly feeling better that I am now truly awake and all as it should be – so I thought. I turned back towards my pillow once again for confirmation that all was right. I believe that my thought was a frantic “oh crap” for my body still laid on the bed. With much more speed and force I laid back down and this time recoiled and bolted upright. All felt right and although exhausted I knew things were back to a normal state. I decided not to go after that glass of water choosing to lay there for some time contemplated the events until I finally fell asleep. And glad to later awake again to the natural light of the day.
Over breakfast the next morning I was excited about sharing my most unusual experience with my family. I was a little concerned they would question my sanity. As I related my story my mother was transporting food items and dishes from the kitchen to the table. As always she diligently was making sure the table was set just right before being the last to sit down and start her own breakfast. As she move back and forth I thought that she was taking no or little interest in my story. Then out of the blue she said that experience was just a dream and in a dismissive tone said to think other wise was a lot of “hooyee”, her word for nonsense. Then she proceeded to tell me in a motherly tone she does not what me to do that any more. I inquired amusingly if you do not believe it why would you not want me to be doing it… what harm would there be? I just don’t want you doing it she said in a tone that indicating she wanted that to be the final word on the topic.
– Anonymous Dreamer