I have this thing that occurs once every one to three months. I'll be sleeping and I'll wake up in the middle of the night. I'll be aware of my surroundings, but I'll still be dreaming. I thought it was normal until last night it happened again, probably the worst it's ever been. I was really hot so I kept moving my legs while a little girl kept screaming. All these other voices were whispering inside my head and I was watching a psychology professor teach me about reactive attachment disorder. When he lesson was done, he would start over.
I tried to think about other things, but every time I attempted to wake up it would get even worse. I got to a point where I was almost crying because I couldn't wake up/go back to sleep.
Currently I'm 14. The first time this happened I was nine. In that dream, I was watching these tiny pioneer wagons move across my floor and settle onto my bed and toys. Usually these dreams will be about something I did the previous day. For example, last night's dream I was watching documentaries about reactive attachment disorder and schizophrenia, as well as "disturbing" PSAs (the little girl screaming in agony was from one of these).
I've told my parents, but they've never really done anything. But then again, I was recommended by a school therapist to go to a doctor to check if I had social anxiety disorder and they didn't do anything then, either.
I've been caught doing things in my sleep before (hugging people, crying, talking, and even dancing) and I believe I might have sleepwalked last night. I remember that it was two AM when I woke up, but I was looking at the alarm clock in my mom's room. I don't ever remember getting out of my bed or going back. After the whole alarm clock thing was when this "dream" started.
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Another thing I forgot to mention was that I do see these things being played out as well. I had one dream where I was a FBI agent who was trying to find a serial killer (who was also me). At the same time I was a witness. My whole room morphed into this tropical setting and I watched myself run around on my wall trying to find my serial killers self and talking to me as a witness. It was like watching myself play three people in a TV show. I knew I was dreaming and that I was awake (I always realize that), but I can never snap myself awake. I'm always trapped.View Thread