Not much of a lucid dreamer here, but I have a little bit of knowledge about it. I became interested in it awhile back, but decided with my internalized anxiety that it probably wasn't for me. The only times I usually have them is when I've taken Xanax.

But they've never been like this. There's something about having a dream within a dream within a dream, and knowing you're in a dream that makes me feel uneasy.

I went to sleep around 6 am, took a small dose of Xanax (as I occasionally do). I expect vivid dreams, but this was a whole other level.

I wake up in my apartment, but everything looks different. Immediately assumed I'm dreaming, so I tested reality and check, I'm dreaming. My everyday dreams have a way of turning themselves into nightmares. So knowing this, I would like to wake up.

I have been able to become lucid occasionally, but never to a point of much control.

Well, I lay back down and go to sleep, as I can feel things getting sinister. I successfully fall back asleep and wake up. Tested reality again. Still dreaming. I tested reality over and over and over again as I woke up, but to no avail. Eventually I gave up.

I found a cigarette but no lighter. I really needed a smoke. So I cautiously wandered through this twisted half current home, half childhood home. Things were the wrong color, nothing was where it was supposed to be.

I came upon a strange man who offered me a lighter. I accepted, but did not ask his name. He asked me if I had been there long. I told him I felt as if I was stuck in this fucked up surreal dream world forever. I had convinced myself my body had fallen into a coma.

He told me there was no escaping, that I wasn't in control. But he didn't say it in an evil way. Just an informative way. He was still creeping me out so I try waking up again.

I tried opening my eyes as wide as I could. I tried smashing my head on the ground. I tried killing myself. Nothing I could think of worked so I slumped down and cried, while trying to accept this is what my 'life' had become.

I did eventually wake up to my boyfriend asking me to make him grilled cheese 16 HOURS LATER.

But since then I have not taken Xanax and the false awakenings have not stopped. Theyre never quite the same, but it's always pretty dubious feeling. I don't even wanna say what last night's dream was about.

I feel like this whole thing is throwing my perception of reality off. I'm also scared to sleep. Crying as I type this.

Any response appreciated.