I had a mldly insane dream last night.
I was on the downtown mall, being pushed in a stroller by someone (possibly my sisters?). Then whoever it was pushed me hard and I rolled away down the road. I hit a construction wall and fell out. A number of animals started chasing me, including a lion and a big black dog. It was about this time that I realized I was in a dream. Somehow I got in front of a mirror (possibly in my car's rear-view mirror, once I had escaped the animals?) and I could see myself plainly lying in bed, asleep. Then I woke up and found myself in my room, in bed. Only I wasn't awake. Because resting it's head on my right arm was the big black dog! Holy crap I freaked out. I tried to yell at it, or yell for someone to help or see the dog, but I was still not fully conscious, and couldn't move or talk. I did manage to make some strangled noises. Finally I regained motor control and the dog was gone, and I was fully awake.
This is one of only a handful of dreams where I have been aware of my dream-state, and only the second time I've ever half-woken up and suffered sleep paralysis. It's a truly freaky experience, but it was fun in retrospect. For a few seconds, it shows you how insanely complex your brain is, and how close you are to madness.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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