The last couple nights both felt really really long to me, because I was having a series of semi-lucid dreams. Meaning, I knew they were dreams and I could nudge them along now and then consciously. And though I didn't know what time it was, I could nonetheless feel the passage of the hours. The night before last was okay, it was last night's that drove me nuts.
Everything was going along fine last night until, for some reason, I wanted to change something in the dream, and I was no longer able to. But every time I attempted to make a change, something else completely different would come up. Conjuring wasn't working, nudges weren't helping, banishing unwanted characters didn't help; and no one was listening to my words, either. It got to the point where I was crying with frustration (and might have been crying for real, too, I don't know), trying to wake up and being unable even to do that. So then, that failing, I was filling my mind with this loud screechy noise to overload myself and reset things. No idea why, but it worked; I woke up just long enough to reset things and go back to the chain of semi-lucid dreams, this time with a different plot.
I don't remember any of the plots or related details, though, strangely enough. Except that the dream causing me frustration had me living in the horrible house in the country we used to live in, with my family in the dream as well.
Just to clarify things, I didn't mind the long series of semi-lucid dreams... it was the fact of being lucid but unable to effect changes or wake up that was insanity-making.
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