I was napping for maybe an hour or less this afternoon and at some point, I had a really vicious waking dream. You know the type: you're laying there fully aware of the world around you, the sights, the sounds, the electric stimuli called touch.
During mine, I was presented with a harsh, roaring, rushing wind type sound that had nothing to do with breeze of the fan blowing behind me or the window being open. I had opened my eyes at least twice to be locked in on the scene at the right side of my paralyzed body. I could feel myself on the inside struggling to breathe, but was kept out of severe panic with the knowledge that my breathing was fine: unhindered and unencumbered. I could also recognize the voices coming from the other room, and at some point tried to speak, but I already knew that was futile, seeing as I've never been able to speak in my sleep before.
The sound was deafening. At some points while I was less willing to try to wake myself, the noise was less harsh. However, when I was trying to break out of the trance, the noise grew in intensity and I felt as though I was being punished.
Try as I might, I couldn't find my 'kick'. At first I believe I would eventually will myself awake. Then, I thought it would have been my attempt at physically screaming. It wasn't until I chanced upon the notion that I could be stuck like that forever that my brain received the traumatic punch in the face it needed to burst out of REM.
Scary stuff. But I'm used to it.
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