Storytelling while asleep
About a billion years ago in college, I used experience every dream trope (false awakening, lucid dreaming, and just extremely vivid, movie-like dreams), along with sleep paralysis (which is kind of like dreaming, but you’re awake). Now I mostly have somewhat vivid dreams if I’m lucky, and the most I can lucid dream is detect that I’m in a dream or wake up on command, but can’t control it or stay asleep.
Dream Terminology
False awakening— A dream where you wake up…but you’re not actually awake. You’re still dreaming and you dreamed you woke up. Bonus if you’re stuck in a false awakening loop. 😑
Lucid dreaming— The ability to control your dreams and be aware that you’re dreaming. When I had this, I basically stopped having nightmares because I could control the outcome.
Sleep paralysis— Not really dream-related, but you feel like you’re dreaming. Sometimes you might wake up and realize you can’t move or open your eyes. And YMMV on this, but a lot of people sense an evil or malevolent entity nearby. IIRC, this really isn’t paranormal, but more psychological.
I had a dream about a Samsung Galaxy Nexus media player that spewed fire whenever I was about to go near some stuff belonging to a ghost girl. The problem is…her stuff was actually my stuff, which I wanted back.
(I was able to get my stuff back when I got her to join my side. She and another ghost girl explored my old college together disguised as rabbits.)
I had one of these dreams, where my old college was combined with my old middle school and the local high school. (I seem to have a lot of these…)
And since I didn’t actually have to switch schools when migrating to college (either I went to high school here or I skipped it entirely somehow), I managed to keep my old locker. And was one of the few college students here who had a locker. >:D I used it store my books and other stuff.
(Although several times, I forgot I even had it, so when I couldn’t find my book because it was in said locker, I panicked and bought another book, when…yeah.)
One day, I was late for math. I couldn’t find my book, and asked Mr. Giantpaper if he knew where it was. He went to see if I left it in me car, and went to check my locker. And since I was late, I had trouble opening the lock (as in, I remembered the combination, but kept missing the second number and had to start over about two or three times). Eventually, I got fed up and just spun it around all crazy like, angrily, until it opened on its own. Surprised, I opened the door and checked the contents to make sure this was indeed my locker. Yup, it had all my Spanish books from the previous semester (two of them were the same exact one written by my teacher and the third had a holographic cover that was written by Shigeru Miyamoto).
I didn’t find my math book, so I went to the parking lot by the nearby park to see if it was in my car. I saw my float I made for the upcoming Christmas parade that was starting soon. It was a cheap one, with an oversized cardboard ornament shaped like a Christmas tree propped onto it, covered with lights. I got inside and drove it to the school entrance, when I changed my mind, thinking ‘nah, this is stupid’, and drove it back to the parking lot.
The end.
In this one, I had a doctor appointment. The doctor was a pretty female doctor, who for some reason, thought I was a guy and kept flirting with me. O.o (Which also weirded me out, because while I know there are people whose genders tend to be ambiguous, I thought it was pretty obvious I was a girl.)
Just before the exam, I needed to take a shower, according to office policy, since I haven’t taken one in a few days. The doctor, still thinking I was a he led me to the men’s showers. It was a building on someone’s lawn, and the pastor from our church was giving a sermon across the street. I looked around and saw several rolls of towels on a metal rack and took one. Then I remembered that I was in the wrong shower and left.
The female shower area was much more well-furnished, purple, orange and green walls and matching armchairs. The towels (also in rolls) were on this shiny, wooden table. In the actual shower, I noticed that the building was a lot smaller than I remembered (only about…two feet tall). It was also inflatable, as opposed to being made of concrete–so inflated that the walls took up most of the interior. Tired of being squished in there, I tried to use dream magic to either make me think the building was larger or that I was a lot smaller. It worked for a little while after a few minutes, then slowly started to shrink again.
I became fed up and busted through the roof and yelled about how it felt like being in a dollhouse in here (with extra hamminess for effect). Then I grabbed one of the shower items, turned and left. Then had to turn around when I remembered I left my stuff in front of the building.
The end.
Jeidai, me, my family and Jeidai’s family were on a bus, visiting relatives in Sacremento, when I realized I needed to take a shower. Luckily! There was a shower in the back! 😀
Ummm…turns out…the back didn’t offer a lot of privacy (there were windows everywhere). And when we reached a bus stop, people got into the back area, where I wanted to shower. o.o So much for that plan.
I knew I had to get back to everyone else before we end up getting separated, because I knew if I did, I would end up at an alternate version of the school after it was taken over by Disneyland and abandoned! :O
(Luckily I managed join up with everyone. The end. :D)