Sometime early morning.
I’m in my bed and my dad’s corpse is next to me, but his toes are wiggling. It’s freaking me out. I try to move away and stand up and I feel the familiar sluggishness where it’s really hard for me to get up.
I know then what this is, and that I just need to stand up so I can continue the lucid experience and assert control, but I’m still freaked out by him next to me.
I feel the sluggishness that I sometimes feel that seems to be a partial version of sleep paralysis.
Instead of doing an exhausting continuous push with all my strength, I do it in jerks, trying to nudge my way free gradually. But one of the jerks ends up being physical and I sit up, waking myself up.