When I was about 11 years old, it was late at night and I was just getting to bed. To my suprise my dream started out as a Lucid Dream, since I never had one before. One where I am the storyteller, so with my wild imagination It continuously switched scenes every few ‘minutes’, all while the characters stayed the same. While I was in the dream, I slept. But only to wake up in a split second. But not in this reality, not in my dream reality, but another.

For I was myself, but so was the one sleeping in my bed. I was shocked, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath, for I was not struggling to. I couldn’t blink, for I didn’t urge to. I was my own spirit looking at my hollowed self sleep, any emotion I felt was only shown on the empty case in my bed. I didn’t panic, for I was only trying to understand this concept and this new reality, I was calm. But stuck; soon I was able to move a finger a small amount, and as soon as I did that I woke up, filled, breathing and blinking.

I looked to where “I” was standing only to get chills down my spine, but not as if something was watching me or was there. But as if telling me that; that was not a dream. I looked around to make sure I wasn’t still asleep in another realistic realm. But everything was the same, except my plushie. Who seemed to be looking at me on my bedside table. I threw it across the room as that is not where it was placed before my slumber.

 I got up shakingly and stood where “I” was. Suddenly I felt as though I can only describe myself as a puppet, who wasn’t aware of anything. I came back to sitting on my bed, as if I walked from the other side of the room to my bed. But I wasn’t in control. It was morning when I could finally grasp myself to get up and get ready for the day. But I knew I had experienced something supernatural.