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just had an utterly bizarre experience.
I was lying down in bed and saw in front of me some old school projects on top of a whiteboard. While I was in bed. That was really weird, I didn't know where they came from or why they were in my bed, so I decided to get up and figure out what.
Problem was, I couldn't seem to actually get up. Something similar to that had happened to me before - I woke up but could not move my neck for a few minutes, so it didn't panic me too much. Although, I could move my arm.
Which was roughly when things began to get bizarre. I waved my hand in front of me to grab the stuff. I didn't see my arm. Nor did my arm feel a whiteboard or anything - I still had feeling in my arm though, and when I put my arm down I could feel the sheets I was lying on. My mind was in a small haze from waking up and I sat there for a few moments staring at the stuff, recognizing exactly what projects they were, and trying to piece together why I didn't see my arm or anything. Finally a sensible explanation came to mind: I was hallucinating.
I honestly didn't know what to think about that. I had never hallucinated before in my life and didn't know why I was now. I spent another minute or two trying to get up and just failing. It kinda felt like I was pushing myself up, but my vision wouldn't change at all - the most I could do was close my eyes and not look, but I was still incredibly disoriented because that was still the last thing I saw, which didn't match up with my sense of feeling at all, and honestly I wasn't sure where on my bed I actually was.
At that point I decided to start yelling for help. I could barely hear my dad doing stuff in the living room, so I figured I could probably get his attention. I didn't want to tell him "I'm hallucinating and I have no idea what's going on" but I realized something was wrong and I was pretty sure I needed help. However, try as I might, I couldn't seem to make a very loud sound and didn't think he heard me.
Finally, I decided to just crawl out by my sense of feeling. I got to the corner of my bed closest to the living room sounds and... I'm not sure exactly what happened next. I tried to get off the bed and then somehow I was feeling more bed and was totally confused where I was. I went to lay down and was somehow on my back even though that didn't make sense when I was crawling just a moment ago, and my sight when I opened my eyes still told me I was exactly where I began, staring at some school projects against a whiteboard.
I was honestly out of ideas at that point and just lay there a while with my eyes closed, kinda panicking (I don't really panic physically at all). After a while I opened them deciding to just try crawling again and everything was normal. There was no whiteboard. I could see my arm when I moved it. I could get up comfortably.
I'm pretty sure I was dreaming up until then, but only because of two specific things: I tried to yell for help and now that I think about it very carefully, my ears didn't actually hear my own voice. Second, the memories I had of those school projects were wrong. I had done similar projects, but not the ones I was remembering during the dream.
I am very familiar with my own mind and how I think though, and the most disturbing thing of it all is that I can't recognize anything different about how I thought during the dream and now. That's never happened before, even in lucid dreams. There have always been noticeable differences between my dreaming thought process and my awake thought process - and even if I didn't notice them during my dream I have when I was awake.
tl;dr : My mind is a mean troll, and I can't tell for certain if I'm actually awake or dreaming at anytime anymore.
I was lying down in bed and saw in front of me some old school projects on top of a whiteboard. While I was in bed. That was really weird, I didn't know where they came from or why they were in my bed, so I decided to get up and figure out what.
Problem was, I couldn't seem to actually get up. Something similar to that had happened to me before - I woke up but could not move my neck for a few minutes, so it didn't panic me too much. Although, I could move my arm.
Which was roughly when things began to get bizarre. I waved my hand in front of me to grab the stuff. I didn't see my arm. Nor did my arm feel a whiteboard or anything - I still had feeling in my arm though, and when I put my arm down I could feel the sheets I was lying on. My mind was in a small haze from waking up and I sat there for a few moments staring at the stuff, recognizing exactly what projects they were, and trying to piece together why I didn't see my arm or anything. Finally a sensible explanation came to mind: I was hallucinating.
I honestly didn't know what to think about that. I had never hallucinated before in my life and didn't know why I was now. I spent another minute or two trying to get up and just failing. It kinda felt like I was pushing myself up, but my vision wouldn't change at all - the most I could do was close my eyes and not look, but I was still incredibly disoriented because that was still the last thing I saw, which didn't match up with my sense of feeling at all, and honestly I wasn't sure where on my bed I actually was.
At that point I decided to start yelling for help. I could barely hear my dad doing stuff in the living room, so I figured I could probably get his attention. I didn't want to tell him "I'm hallucinating and I have no idea what's going on" but I realized something was wrong and I was pretty sure I needed help. However, try as I might, I couldn't seem to make a very loud sound and didn't think he heard me.
Finally, I decided to just crawl out by my sense of feeling. I got to the corner of my bed closest to the living room sounds and... I'm not sure exactly what happened next. I tried to get off the bed and then somehow I was feeling more bed and was totally confused where I was. I went to lay down and was somehow on my back even though that didn't make sense when I was crawling just a moment ago, and my sight when I opened my eyes still told me I was exactly where I began, staring at some school projects against a whiteboard.
I was honestly out of ideas at that point and just lay there a while with my eyes closed, kinda panicking (I don't really panic physically at all). After a while I opened them deciding to just try crawling again and everything was normal. There was no whiteboard. I could see my arm when I moved it. I could get up comfortably.
I'm pretty sure I was dreaming up until then, but only because of two specific things: I tried to yell for help and now that I think about it very carefully, my ears didn't actually hear my own voice. Second, the memories I had of those school projects were wrong. I had done similar projects, but not the ones I was remembering during the dream.
I am very familiar with my own mind and how I think though, and the most disturbing thing of it all is that I can't recognize anything different about how I thought during the dream and now. That's never happened before, even in lucid dreams. There have always been noticeable differences between my dreaming thought process and my awake thought process - and even if I didn't notice them during my dream I have when I was awake.
tl;dr : My mind is a mean troll, and I can't tell for certain if I'm actually awake or dreaming at anytime anymore.
