When I had the flu a few weeks back, I had one of the most frighteningly lucid dreams I ever had. I’m kind of embarrassed writing about it too because it was about a ghost trying to rape me from behind.
It was very, very strange, especially because my current thought at the time of falling asleep moved right into the dream, such that I felt like I was still awake. I normally sleep on my side, but because I was running a light fever, my body was kind of achy, so I turned over on my stomach, and was just lying there thinking about things when I felt this pressure on top of me, as if someone very heavy was laying on me.
It was immediately freaky because I knew it wasn’t Marie, the only other person in the house, because I could feel a bulge pushing at my butt region from above the blankets, and I immediately tried to lift my head to see what was going on, but couldn’t. This entity was holding me flat against the bed, and I could even lift me head to scream.
The worst part was really thinking that I was awake in the bed, just falling asleep as usual, but not being able to move or call for help petrified me. And then the idea that the person who was on top of me was actually my older brother, really freaked me out, but then actually gave me some idea that I was indeed dreaming, because I knew he couldn’t be there in reality.
After what seemed like almost a minute of shear terror, and of not being able to scream or get up, and feeling like someone was literally moving on top of me, I forced my eyes open and woke up.
I was breathing heavy and was really petrified, something that generally never happens to me in dreams anymore. I rationalized it away as being fever related, and so I got back to sleep and haven’t had anything near a recurrence of it or anything like it. But I will probably never forget it, either.