GHAK! You woke me up! What the hell!

My dreams are actually just like what the term “fever dream” means. My brother is the opposite—he’ll dream of waking up to a twelve-pack of Coca Cola in the fridge. That’s it. But mine are actually really elaborate and nonsensical schemes that I usually cannot grasp when I wake. Sometimes, in very rare occurrences, they are quite down-to-earth. Usually those scare me most…And—I have had a lucid dream only once. I was aware I was dreaming but I was unable to do anything to “change” said dream. And I’ve had multiple accounts (especially when I am sleeping without an AC or something to cool me off or when it’s daytime) of sleep paralysis! I have only spotted some sort of “demon” once. It was a shadow in the corner of my room. Which barely counts. Did I get a visit from the Hat Man? But anyway, I wake up like five times every time I sleep. It’s difficult for me to stay asleep but I sleep for a long time consecutively—my average is eleven plus hours. Dreaming is one of my favorite things to do—it’s helped me form stories (literally!), it’s helped me get ideas, and it’s made me realize things about myself locked in the brain sphere I cannot consciously locate. I’m also kind of a maladaptive daydreamer. You could say I spend quite a bit of time in my head. So, the dreamscape and me, we’re pretty close knit.