Knocking

Dream: January 21, 2012 In the dream, this occurred between 1 am and 3 am. It was probably a bit later in waking life, though, as my dreams always occur in the morning hours. It ended with sleep paralysis, or maybe it began. Either way, this was my first episode of paralysis since November. It was night in my dream, morning in waking life, and I felt smothered by my sinus infection and the pillow. Lying down, as I was the previous time. Maybe this time I woke up, or went back to sleep, or woke up. I guess I will never know. Tried to move some of my appendages, but it was late. At my house, my parents were preparing to leave. Yet I was out of bed, wide awake, past midnight. One of them would accompany the other to another country, as they loaded and packed up the car to go to Detroit (facade?). Something earlier happened too, but the details of that were now missing. I had a cell phone, and they had a cell phone. About an hour passed, then half an hour. I took some baking soda, and did a line in the fridge, preserving something that would otherwise rot if the power went out. No idea why I did that, but it was suiting. Picked up my cell phone, either to make a call or receieve one. My mom was on the phone, though it was difficult to hear, probably because of the great distance. The voice was becoming more static, and fading. Just staring at the wall, none of it made any sense. I looked at the time. 2:32, 2:34, 2:38. How much more time would pass, me sitting here, alone? I knocked on my parents' door, as it was closed. They opened it, and were still inside the room. "But were not you just driving to the airport?" "No". "But what about the cell phone?!" That was weird. They were also disappointed about the baking soda, as I headed to bed, and they began to argue. Outside, the sky had a purple glow, and the streetlights were orange. I had tried to close my eyes, run into the window, because I knew it was a dream at that point. Yet however close I was to pronouncing it a dream, I just could not convince myself, for I was unable to escape through that window. There was an extra tree in the street, too, a sure sign that it was a dream. I ran again, and they just kept arguing. Waking up, they were still arguing about some of the same things as during my dream, as I drited in and out of sleep on a weekend morning.