February 4, 2018, Saturday, 5:23 a.m.
I dreamt I was a dark room where only a light shine upon me. I heard eerie noises in the distances, and I kept a presence. I knew it was near, but I could not distinguish it in the darkness. Wake Up! Wake up! I yelled at myself repeatedly until I opened my eyes, and felt relief. I got up and looked at the room to see if anything was out of place. That’s the only way I was distinguish a dream from reality. I memories the layout of my room and have specific detail I look for in my room before I can accept I am awake.
The room looked normal, at least at first glance. I thought I was awake, so I inhaled deeply and thought about the dream. It was then I looked again and realize a corner of the room was dark. Wake up! I remained calm, despite being slightly afraid. My brain had tricked me into thinking I was fully awake. In the moment, I could feel myself laying on my bed. Wake up! The more I yelled the more connected I felt to my actual body and the waking world. I could sense the room around me. I could feel my fingers twitch as I slowly told my mind that I was asleep.
I thought I was on the verge of waking up, but as soon as I began to feel relieved, I felt a force grab by the wrist. I wrestled against, but my efforts were futile. The invisible presence, thereafter, laid on my stomach held me in place. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!