Lucid transition

Date: 10/1/2018

Something is interfering with what I’m doing. It’s exhaustion. I’m playing some VR game, so I take off the goggles, blinking at the sudden reprieve from blue light. I don’t know how I ended up playing a game when I was supposed to be trying to sleep. I’m inside a room lit by a lamp or some other single yellow indirect light source that throws heavy shadows. I stand up from my desk. Outside the big windows behind the desk there is darkness. The wooden walls look golden in the dim light. There is a soft thick mattressed bed with flannel blankets nearby. I step quietly across the clutter on the floor and crawl into bed, listening to the conversational voices of my parents and brother just outside the closed door. I feel exhausted. I’m worried about how I can’t remember what happened before I was in VR; was I sleepwalking? This is the point at which I realize I’m dreaming; I remember that “trying to sleep” is what I was doing in the waking world. I’m dizzy but my perceptions of the room around me feel vivid. I’m lucid. I want to get out of bed, open the doorway, and explore. I’m mildly anxious about encountering dream versions of my family members. I know that there’s not much time before the knowledge that I’m dreaming wakes me up, and seconds later it does.