Oh! Mr Sandman..... Bring me a dream.....

I was having an interesting conversation last night about 'dreams'. During the conversation I suddenly remembered that about 18 months ago I had probably the most fucked up dream ever.
The basic structure of the dream was similar to the 'delirious' hallucinations I had when I was really sick as a young child. A terrifying nightmare of huge proportions. In fact, I would even go so far as to say as frightening as a bad trip on acid, or mushrooms.

I often have what they call, 'lucid' dreaming. When you become aware that you are dreaming. Some people go one further and can manipulate what happens in the dream. If you are really skilled in 'dreamcraft' you can create and change the actual environments but that is a rare accomplishment.

I was fortunate enough to be having a lucid dream on this night, when I recall something bad happening, but I can't remember exactly what. I also recall not being able to escape or move unlike some of my dreams which are the complete opposite. Who knows what decides on the physics of dreams...

I remembered that I had a large hole in my hand from some sort of accident. I later found that amusing because of 'stigmata', but at the time that never crossed my mind. Anyways, I had become so freaked in the dream that I awoke with a 'jolt' in my bed with my wife sleeping beside me. I glanced around the room slowly and I can recall the sound in the bedroom not being right. I looked at my hand and there was a hole with blood coming out of it still. This scared me so much that I properly woke up this time, with my heart pumping like I had run the 100 metres sprint. I leaned over to hug my wife (I was proper scared!!) and then I noticed my hand was still bleeding...

I swear to god, this repeated two more times, and each time my bedroom became more life like, until the last time, I screamed for my life, and when I awoke I checked my hand and it was ok, but because I could no longer differentiate reality with dreams at all, I shook my wife awake. Although she calmed me down, and called me a 'twat', I still wonder sometimes to this day....

"What if I never woke up? What if I'm still dreaming??!!?"