Screaming or howling

April 25, 2011 Notes Hardly slept last night. Went to bed at 1:30am, woke up screaming for my mom. Took me awhile to fall back asleep, not sure when exactly. Woke up finally at 6am. I rarely have outright nightmares. Creepy, ominous, yes. Horrifying? No, not really. If I ever have a nightmare I usually will become lucid and then either stop/change the dream. Although I did do that this time, it was really late and the nightmare was practically already over. Also, three dreams inside of each other. I could make an inception joke, but honestly I am still creeped out. My dream self did not realize they were dreams inside dreams. Motifs of nothing, I have never had a dream quite like this. Also, I had dreams this weekend but they were not too interesting seeing as I lost sleep. Also I was not home, so I did not bother to write them down anyways. Entry 010 I am in Dr. <PERSON>'s room. We have some huge essay to write, it is due in 30 minutes, but I am so tired. I lay my head down on my desk and fall asleep. I am in my bed, except I realized later that it was on the wrong side of the room and exact to my old bed back home. I am half-asleep, my body is already paralyzed and my mind is mostly unconscious. As I am lying there, about to enter a deep sleep, I feel something on my back. It feels like a hand. For a minute I do not feel particularly worried about this. The hand is running over my back, slipping lower until it runs over my ass. I feel uncomfortable. Then I can feel nails digging into me. I realize there is no hand, but the touch persists. I realize the hand belongs to some kind of demon, and that its intention is to murder me. My body is still paralyzed. I try screaming, but all that comes out of my throat is a strangled grunt. It is not loud enough for anyone to hear. I know that I have to stand up and get out of here. I try to stand, but I cannot. I fall to my knees and drag myself to the door. Along the way I see something out of the corner of my eye. It is a little man, about as wide and tall as a bowling pin, dressed in clothes like <PERSON> with white pasty skin, frizzy black hair and huge, staring, yellow eyes. I open the door and drag myself to the hall. I try screaming more, but I am still not able. I think I see my mom on the couch, but it is dark. I get to the couch, someone is there. I am safe. I relax, fall asleep by the couch. I wake up. I am in bed. Something is touching me. Repeat of the last dream, but as I reach my door this time I think "My bed is on the other wall. Did not I just have this dream?" and I realize I am dreaming. My dream self, however, is still panicking. It is screaming at me to get the hell out of the room. The will of my dream self overpowers my lucid self and I fling the door open. There is a blinding white light. I open my eyes. I am screaming. My mom is in the doorway.