I woke up early today, probably a bit too early. It was uncomfortable sleeping, especially for my recently plastered arm. After being awake for two hours without any sign of the sleep drowsiness wearing off, I decide to take a power nap. I set an alarm for thirty minutes, put my laptop back on the living room table and close my eyes…
My first memory is seeing myself lying in the couch with my eyes closed. I am sleeping. Now, I am very much aware of what I am seeing is just a figment of my imagination: a dream of me seeing myself sleeping. As always when I become conscious of myself sleeping, the dream starts to fade away, my dream-vision becomes blurry and I can feel myself waking up. I close my eyes and struggle hard to remain dreaming. I am now myself, the me I just saw lying in the sofa, sleeping.
I am now sitting up in front of my computer with my lovely girlfriend beside me. We are at home, sitting in the very sofa I am sleeping in. Unlike most dreams where I start off with a fresh memory, I actually remember watching myself sleep from the previous layer. I am still dreaming, and this particular dream belongs to the dream of me sleeping in my sofa.
Not much happens, and I become more and more sleepy. As a result, I support my elbow against the table, rest my head in my hand, close my eyes and begin to drift away…
I am standing in front of descending stairs, with a massive oak banister running along down its’ left side. Calmly walking down these stairs, I become aware that I am no longer in front of my computer, and that this must be a dream. With every step, I begin to grasp the full context of this dream and the ones before it, realizing how cool (and rare) this is.
I am now in a lecture room. Amongst me are maybe twenty people, none of which I recognize (or bother focusing on). We are scattered, sitting beside desks, on window sills and standing up. Some events happen here that I do not remember properly, and it is best I don’t try. Rest assured, I spend quite a while in this part of my dream.
In the purpose of leaving the lecture hall, I walk to the end of the room and open a green door. It turns out that I am at the bottom of the very stairs I descended before. The blur begins closing in on me, and I feel it is time to wake up soon. Rarely trying to grasp details in my dreams, I decide to inspect my surroundings carefully. While taking a final deep breath, trying to catch up any possible scents (felt none), I now leave this layer.
I wake up with my face buried in my palm. I am still beside my computer, knowing it’s time to leave this place very soon as well. I start turn my head towards my girlfriend and smile; as she smiles back, the world becomes foggy and fades away.
I am now sleeping. My eyes are closed, and I have stopped dreaming. Being aware that I am actually still dreaming, I decide to try and hold on to my sleep until the alarm rings. After what feels like five minutes I become bored, wondering why the alarm never rings. Keeping myself dreaming is becoming harder and harder.
Finally the alarm beeps! Still dreaming, I am relieved to let go of my efforts to stay asleep. Expecting to wake up instantly, I am surprised that the dream continues. As I open my eyes, I see myself sleeping and the world is nothing but a blur. Sleep is now feeling very boring, so I forcefully open my eyes again (even though they are open in the dream), which instantly wakes me up. Hearing my girlfriend waking up, I turn off the alarm.
Good morning, love!