Description
Unlike that hideous dream, I easily got up, threw my back away from the bed, and rested my body by the arms behind my back. I took a deep breath while wondering how that very short dream was so tiring even though I could not even move a bit except moving my eyes there. What was even more bothering was that the clock on the wall still pointed to twelve past eleven, which was just minutes away since I fell asleep. It was strange, as it felt totally like reality, and it was no different than this unless the movement I made as I was frozen there, stuck by something I did not know yet. This reminded me of something related to sleep paralysis, which was a feeling of being conscious but unable to move. It occurs when a person passes between stages of wakefulness and sleep. During these transitions, I was unable to move or speak for a few seconds up to a few minutes. But it was a wrong description as I wasn't here on my bed. I was somewhere else, in a cold chamber with strong illumination surrounding it. I sipped some water on the bedside table before going back to sleep. I made myself comfortable by fixing the blanket position to cover me from neck to toe but after I slumbered, what I did not expect happened again.
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