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I Wake Up On The Couch

I wake up on the couch, but it’s at an odd angle compared to the TV. I know that this isn’t where the couch was when I fell asleep here, but I don’t think much of it. I watch the TV for a dazed moment, look at the clock, and fall back asleep.
I wake up on the couch and look for the clock, unsure of how long I slept. The couch is still in the same odd position as before. The clock isn’t on the wall. My eyes close before I can even question why the clock is missing, and I fall asleep again.
I wake up on the couch, and find that it’s back in the right place. Lily is laying on top of me. I’m so happy to see her. I pet her and rub her ears, hoping that as long as I pet her so won’t want to leave. She cuddles into my chest. I can feel her weight and her warmth. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight. I’ve missed her, oh how I’ve missed her. My eyes close despite myself, and I fall asleep.
I wake up on the couch, and see that Lily is now under the table. I smile at her fondly, seeing her curled into a ball and sleeping peacefully. I fall asleep again.
I wake up on the couch… and start to notice something is wrong. The couch is in the wrong position again. I want to wake up, I need to wake up… right? I look at the clock, knowing that I have to wake up before 9:30 pm so I can go to work. The clock reads 2:00 in the afternoon. I still have time. I fall back asleep.
I wake up on the couch… and immediately look at the clock. The clock reads 11:00 in the morning. Something is wrong. I didn’t fall asleep here until 2:00 pm, so how could it be 11:00 in the morning? Something is very wrong. Sleep pulls me back under.
I wake up on the couch, but this time it’s the basement couch. I didn’t fall asleep here, I know I didn’t fall asleep here. This isn’t right. This isn’t… right… I fall back asleep.
I wake up on the basement couch again, and look for the living room clock above the TV. It’s there. I don’t process the time before I’m pulled back into sleep again.
I wake up on the couch. I’m starting to panic. I want to wake up- I /need/ to wake up. I have to wake up- I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to really wake up- but I have no control. My eyelids close and I fall asleep again.
I wake up on the couch. Nothing moves but my eyes. I look at the clock. I look at the TV. I start to whimper, hoping that Mom will hear me and help me wake up. I need to wake up. My eyelids close but I refuse to fall asleep. I whine like a dog, as is the only action I can preform. Most of the sound doesn’t escape my body. I try so hard to whine, to whimper, to moan, anything to get her attention. She’ll wake me up, right? She’ll… she’ll… I fall back asleep.
I wake up on the couch. I want to cry, but I can’t do anything but move my eyes. I want to scream, I want to force myself off this foresaken couch and into the awake world, but sleep holds me back. Sleep holds me back and pulls me back under.
I’m at a table in a mall with two girls. We leave the table and go outside, where a man with dark skin, very little grey hair, wearing tan khakis and a sweater vest waits for us in a truck. The man is one of my friend’s father, grandfather, or uncle. We get into the back of the truck and continue on our road trip. We stop halfway through the desert for a potty break. As the girls use the toilet in the fifth wheel we’re towing, I stay in the truck with the man and listen to the radio. He has it on a news station, which is reporting the 10:00 pm curfew in Baltimore has been pushed back to 11:00 pm.
I wake up on the couch. I look around, again unable to move anything but my eyes. I was dreaming? I was dreaming! I wish my lungs would /work/ because I want to /cry/ for /help/. I’m desperate to wake up. I look at the clock. I want to wake up. I want to wake up. Please let me wake up. My eyes close again. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Notes: Every instance above which I wrote I woke up, I only half woke up or I didn’t wake up at all. I was in incredible pain when I fell asleep on the couch. I don’t normally sleep on the couch, but I do when I’m sick or in pain. The couch and clock never moved while I slept, nor did I ever move to the basement. Mom told me that I woke a few times and looked at her, looked at the clock, and fell back asleep. She also heard me moaning, but didn’t wake me because she feared I’d wake to be in pain. When I finally really did wake up, I looked her dead in the eye and asked her if I was really awake this time. She looked at me funny and told me I was, before asking if I had a nightmare. I sobbed.
Day of April 29th, 2015
Real-life characters: Lily, Mom.
Dream-created characters: Two girl friends, man in the truck.
Real-life places: Couch, living room, basement.
Dream-created places: Mall, truck, camper, desert.
Different than real life: As stated in the notes above- most of the times I dreamt I woke up I actually did not, also as already stated- I never moved to the basement nor did the couch or clock move while I slept, though the TV was playing news about Baltimore as I slept- the curfew was never really moved to 11, Lily passed away a month ago.
Reoccurring: No, please God no.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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