Sleep paralysis CAN lead to lucid dreams.

This night was full of dream memories, and full of sleep paralysis. It can be so hard to differ between dreams and reality, but I'm sure I had sleep paralysis anyhow. It wasn't comfortable, had weird feelings nagging my entire body everytime. I tried the "roll out" technique, but then again I can't recall what was real, but I do know that a lot of the sleep paralysis was part of dreams or illusions next to it. So it ended up with me "rolling out", suddenly getting to see my room like a vision just faded in. This was what made me believe, in the dream, that this was definitely finally an astral projection. Everything was in great detail, and looked very real. I could fly or hover above the ground, and I was focused on fun- and playtime. This happens in all of these dreams, however I've never had a dream anything like this, I flew over to the drumset, and I read some of the prints on the outside of some of the things. This was gonna prove it was real later. I didn't have any problem reading it, but now I can't remember what it said, but it was a small number or code. (There are no numbers or anything on my real drumset). Also the entire drumset was a bit misplaced this time too. But I went on, flew into the bathroom and slowly towards the mirror. I didn't know what I was gonna see, but my reflection appeared to be my head or arms and a t-shirt. (I don't wear a t-shirt at nights). At least many parts were invisible. I knew that in astral projection, you can go through the mirror and see what's behind it, and everything. I went through it, and visualized how it would be to drift through glass and then wood. After a bit, I hit something. Suddenly I was harry potter and my glasses had hit something hard so I couldn't go through it. I went out again, to the bathroom, and now I was myself again, and I just used more speed to get through it, and it worked (I didn't have glasses now.. I don't at all.) So, eventually I flew down to the kitchen entrance, and there was my family who couldn't see me. But I could touch things, and I hit the wall with my fingers a bit, and I could see them getting a bit scared. But they continued talking about whatever they were talking about. I also touched my mom's arms just to see if she/they would react. They knew that something was wrong, like a ghost or something, but they went on talking. I was gonna go upstairs again, and I thought about something I've heard, that "on the astral plane you move at the speed of thought". That didn't work, I imagined being upstairs, but I was still downstairs by the kitchen. So I had to go with the limited speed, flying upstairs using the staircase. I didn't pay much attention to this, but the drumset was very misplaced, I think there were even two of them. I went into my room, and thought I'd wake up then. But then I thought "let's jump into my body" and I did, and I remember "waking up" but I can honestly not remember if I really woke up, or if the dream/sleep continued. I have many other vague memories as well, but this was definitely the coolest thing this night. But I'm convinced it was "just" a powerful lucid dream.