Stay.Blazed.420
Bluelighter
I dunno if this is the right forum but i've never had this vivid of a dream before. I took 50mg of seroquel last night. If there is a more appropriate forum could a mod move it?
So last night I had a nightmare and when shit started getting really messed up and weird i became aware that i was dreaming.. Everything was trying to convince me i wasn't dreaming and that it was real life but i kept pinching my arm and felt no sensation.
I was at a mall and since it was nightmare-ish circumstances i wanted to wake up. I did not like the environment or setting at all. I DEMANDED to every person in my dream that i wanted to wake up. Everyone kept telling me 'no, you are not dreaming', or 'this is real' etc.. A couple times i almost lost my self-awareness but i kept pinching my arm every 5 seconds. I was lucid enough that i knew i could lose the lucidity if i didn't keep myself aware so i was constantly pinching myself. I started getting frustrated how i couldn't wake myself up.. I started punching people and attacking them saying 'WAKE ME UP' and they wouldn't fight back or anything they would just say 'this is real'. Weird thought started running through my head while in the dream like 'maybe i can't wake up because i'm in a coma?' or 'what if this is real?'. I just kept pinching myself to make sure i didn't feel anything.
Eventually it got to the point where i was getting mad because i couldn't wake myself up. I smashed a beer bottle on the ground, picked up a chunk of glass and attacked some guy at the throat. Nothing happened. Nothing gruesome either just nothing. This whole time people kept saying 'you aren't dreaming' etc.. I remember there was a point in my dream where i stopped attacking this person and thought 'wait what if i'm really doing this?' and i became scared thinking i just went psychotic and killed a real person. Everyone in my dream was always staring at me.
I came to the conclusion in my dream (i've never been so self-aware in a lucid dream in my life) that the only way for me to wake up was to kill myself. I took a big chunk of the beer bottle and tried slashing my own throat. But i STILL could not wake up! I started panicking why I could not wake up, because for most people - you would wake up by this point!
I found a screwdriver, and i jammed it into my face just below my right eye. My whole face went numb and had no feeling. I lost control of my body and i fell to the ground. Then I saw my own body laying there, bleeding from a screwdriver sticking out of my head.
Finally I woke up 4 and a half hours after i fell asleep. I was extremely tired when i woke up, and pondered writing this all down, but it was too vivid for me to forget. I didn't want to fall back asleep right away in case I fell back into the same dream.
When I did fall back asleep, i dreamed i was in jail. Another nightmare. Except it wasn't lucid that time...
Is the seroquel what caused the nightmare and made it so i couldn't wake myself up? I find it cool/weird that my subconsciousness tried to trick me into losing my state of awareness in my dream, but i wouldn't let it fool me.
So last night I had a nightmare and when shit started getting really messed up and weird i became aware that i was dreaming.. Everything was trying to convince me i wasn't dreaming and that it was real life but i kept pinching my arm and felt no sensation.
I was at a mall and since it was nightmare-ish circumstances i wanted to wake up. I did not like the environment or setting at all. I DEMANDED to every person in my dream that i wanted to wake up. Everyone kept telling me 'no, you are not dreaming', or 'this is real' etc.. A couple times i almost lost my self-awareness but i kept pinching my arm every 5 seconds. I was lucid enough that i knew i could lose the lucidity if i didn't keep myself aware so i was constantly pinching myself. I started getting frustrated how i couldn't wake myself up.. I started punching people and attacking them saying 'WAKE ME UP' and they wouldn't fight back or anything they would just say 'this is real'. Weird thought started running through my head while in the dream like 'maybe i can't wake up because i'm in a coma?' or 'what if this is real?'. I just kept pinching myself to make sure i didn't feel anything.
Eventually it got to the point where i was getting mad because i couldn't wake myself up. I smashed a beer bottle on the ground, picked up a chunk of glass and attacked some guy at the throat. Nothing happened. Nothing gruesome either just nothing. This whole time people kept saying 'you aren't dreaming' etc.. I remember there was a point in my dream where i stopped attacking this person and thought 'wait what if i'm really doing this?' and i became scared thinking i just went psychotic and killed a real person. Everyone in my dream was always staring at me.
I came to the conclusion in my dream (i've never been so self-aware in a lucid dream in my life) that the only way for me to wake up was to kill myself. I took a big chunk of the beer bottle and tried slashing my own throat. But i STILL could not wake up! I started panicking why I could not wake up, because for most people - you would wake up by this point!
I found a screwdriver, and i jammed it into my face just below my right eye. My whole face went numb and had no feeling. I lost control of my body and i fell to the ground. Then I saw my own body laying there, bleeding from a screwdriver sticking out of my head.
Finally I woke up 4 and a half hours after i fell asleep. I was extremely tired when i woke up, and pondered writing this all down, but it was too vivid for me to forget. I didn't want to fall back asleep right away in case I fell back into the same dream.
When I did fall back asleep, i dreamed i was in jail. Another nightmare. Except it wasn't lucid that time...
Is the seroquel what caused the nightmare and made it so i couldn't wake myself up? I find it cool/weird that my subconsciousness tried to trick me into losing my state of awareness in my dream, but i wouldn't let it fool me.

. this might be due to the fact that you often see stuff out of the corner of your eye but since you usually can't move you can't quite see it. For me it's always been like there is a old witch in the room but i could quite see it most of the time. It's terrifying as fuck that's for sure