I am in the basement at my aunt and uncle’s house, sitting on a couch that is against the wall opposite their bedroom door. Next to the door is a flat-screen TV mounted to the wall. I’m playing a game similar to Kya: Dark Lineage except instead of Kya, I am the main character. I’m trying to jump up on the side of this wooden tank to get to the top, but it’s harder than anticipated, especially since I have a NPC following me and there is an awful glare on the flat-screen. My mom comes downstairs to cheer me up with a little dance, but I’m so focused on the game I miss it. I pause and she does it again, and that’s when I realize, this is not where I fell asleep. I went to sleep in my own bed, I know this because I just had surgery. I start to panic. “Where am I?” I ask over and over. My eyes shut. I try to call out for my real life mom, but my voice won’t work. I hear her come over to me. She says comforting things, like “It’s alright, I’m here, you’re fine.” I’m laying down. I grab onto her wrist when she touches me. Her wrist is especially vainy. “Real?” I manage to ask. I ask again and again, and she finally answers soothingly, “Yes, yes this is real sweety.” I tell her all about my dream and how the couch was where it was when I was young, and the TV on the wall near the bedroom door. She asks if the handmade lamps were still in the corners, and I confirm they were as they were what glared the TV so bad. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of November 24th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom.
Dream-created characters: NPC.
Real-life places: Uncle’s basement.
Dream-created places: Video game area.
Different than real life: There is no couch on that wall, my uncle’s bedroom is no longer in that room but it was when I was little, the TV is on the opposite wall as in the dream, I’ve never played Kya in my uncle’s basement, my mom did not really comfort me- it was all a dream.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Notes: I did have a minor surgery which put me in bed for a month. I had plenty of panic attacks during this time, which even bled into my dreams with this panic attack. Once I finally did wake up, I asked my mom if she came to me while I slept and comforted me. She told me no, so the whole thing was in my imagination. It was particularly tedious to relay the dream again to my mother, having just very realistically relayed it to my dream version of her.