here, as I mentioned in that last post, I never realize I'm dreaming. well.. THIS TIME I DID. Again, that shit /never/ happens.
The dream was me waking up in my room, at what seemed around 2 or 3 am (so i wasn't surprised at first, because insomnia), and i noticed something was off. suddenly I woke up again, in my bed, everything the same. This repeated itself about 4 or 5 times and I was started to panic, because I literally could not tell what was reality. I would have to be messing around my room or go downstairs for a few minutes until i concluded I was still stuck in a dream, and shit looked Pretty Fucking Real. I was focusing so hard to wake up, and it just kept repeating where I kept waking up in the same scenario in the dream. After so many repeats, I went downstairs in one of them to talk to my dream dad (Who is also usually up at the hour the dreams took place in) because I was concerned about it:
"I'm dreaming, I can't stop dreaming."
"Yes, I keep waking up and everything's normal, but it's a dream. And it's always the same."
Basically it was hardcore inception.
For some reason I concluded in my mind this was happening because in the real world I might be accidentally smothering myself, because i sleep on my stomach with my face pretty buried in the pillow. The need to wake up became more desperate, and I begged my dream-dad to shoot me in the head, because I know he keeps a glock somewhere. Dream-dad obliged, and shot me point blank in the forehead. I felt the bullet put a hole through my head and myself fall down. It got cloudy, and I woke up again in my bed: another repeat. Two or three more repeats occurred before I finally woke up for real. At first I still wasn't sure if I had finally stopped the dream, but I noticed the higher clarity of everything and finally settled down. Oh, and I woke up at 1:30am.
Seriously though, it was hellish. It felt like I was going to be repeating that forever.