A light scare

So, earlier this day (If you're actually reading it, today.) I had decided that I wanted to try lucid dreaming. I do hope you all know what that is, and if you don't, there's a small picture I'd like to show you, however small it might be.

There you go. That's basically a how-to lucidly dream. I've found it to be a rather competent method of doing so. Step one says that it "works best if you are extremely tired." Usually, I only try to do these things when I'm near the point of dropping on the floor and snoozing like a baby. This time, I wasn't. So, what do I do? I decide to run in place, do a few push-ups, all while listening to Boris Berezovskí. I do quite love his piano workings. Anyways, so, I had decided that it wasn't working too well, my exercising  and what-not. So, I decided to force myself to pant. Rapid breathing, etc. Now, I knew at first this was a rather bad idea, seeing as I have asthma that can be sparked by just a puff of smoke. But I decided to, anyways. Instead of being met with asthma, it was more of a... "drop." My chest, felt like it was sinking, before it had replicated a sort of plunge down, as if I were being crushed. My heart beat also felt rather erratic, and soon after, the beats I could feel were being misplaced. I soon after coerced myself to sit down and try to breathe normal, starting to shake as I stared up at the ceiling with a more than petrified expression. I can't explain what I had felt, other than "fear." I mean... there was anger, too, but mostly at myself. I'll most likely never that sort of exercise again, seeing how it had unfolded. I'm not usually scared by things, though I can be surprised. Hm. Good day.