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[Cthulhu]

I had another lucid dream last night, this one scared me pretty badly.  For some reason when I'm lucid I'll either be really into it and having lots of fun, or I'll be really skittish and the first time something unnatural happens I freak out and force myself to wake up.  This may have been the second, but the events of the dream were pretty disturbing, so maybe it wasn't that.

Anyway, first part of the dream I wasn't lucid.  I was sitting in a bed in some house I've never seen before.  There were these panels along the roof, each one with a painting on it.  I can't remember what any of the paintings look like but one, and it was abstract, orange with some weird blue object on it.  Anyway, the panels were mechanical and could stick out and turn and stuff.  I had to do all sorts of challenges with them, but I only remember the last one, which was basically keeping my hands on the panels while all these pieces of wood and stuff stuck out of them, trying to avoid getting my hands squished.  I did pretty well but they pinched my fingers a few times.  Anyway, apparently I passed whatever test it was and the panels set back into the wall.  I sat down on the bed and looked around the room.  To my right, the blanket hanging off the side of the bed puffed out, and this life-size female doll rolled onto the bed.  It had long and curly black hair, glassy eyes (Like a doll's eyes, hurr), pale complexion, and a faded-blue nightgown.  I closed my eyes, and the dream kind of jumped forward in time, and I became lucid.  Suddenly I had my eyes closed and I was lying on my side with my back against the wall, still in the bed.  The bedsprings were creaking very rapidly, and I opened my eyes.  This is where things got disturbing.  The doll was apparently raping me.  It had its arms around my waist and was dry-humping me, its whole body thrusting in one very unnatural movement like some kind of freaky puppet.  If this weren't weird enough, its back was arched way back, so its face was perpendicular to mine, still with that vacant expression.  I started breathing really heavily (Out of fear, not sexy) and trying to wake myself up.  I could've probably just made it disappear but at the time all I wanted to do was get away.  After a few seconds I woke up, and for a second the doll's face was burned into my eyelids like I'd been looking at the sun.

Subconscious, I am disappoint.

[Tradanbattlan]

My advice: Stop playing Silent Hill.

[Cthulhu]

I haven't played Silent Hill in a very long time.

[Hortun]

I remember in high school I'd have lucid dream, or if not lucid, then very vivid dreams. I was really depressed and anxious then, so maybe that was why? I'm not sure.

What was very disorienting was when I'd dream that I woke up before actually waking up, or even dreaming that I woke up, then dreaming that I awoke again, then after determining that this was really not a dream, i'd wake up once more. I'm glad it doesn't happen anymore.

[GlyphGryph]

Haha, yeah, the repeated awakening dreams are always hilarious, and really mess with your ability to make sense of things. And then when you ARE really awake, you spend like an hour second guessing yourself.

I trained myself to Lucid dream a while back, and it was alright, but my dreams were naturally awesome and exciting and memorable, and Lucid dreaming was a bit of work for me (requiring constant conscious effort, or I'd lose it) and occasionally ended up ruining perfectly good dreams so that I never got to figure out what happened next (Almost all of my dreams tended to be extended narratives, often extending over several nights as they would pick up where they left off).

As a compromise, I ended up developing a sort of "check and modify" method with my lucid dreaming, where I would occasionally go Lucid, take a look at how the dream was going, rewind or change a few things if shit wasn't working out, and then promptly forget my moment of lucidity until morning.

That was all in the good old days, though -
I almost never remember my dreams anymore, and haven't lucid dreamed in years. Just sort of... lost interest, I guess. I used to sleepwalk pretty heavily too, and don't anymore, and my hypnogagia isn't nearly as bad, so it has positives and negatives.

Side note on hypnogogia - NOT FUN WHEN YOU ARE TIRED AND DRIVING. Strange shit goes down, nightmares happening WHILE you are on the road. I can't believe I'm still alive and never got into an accident during one of them, honestly.

[Cthulhu]

I think my lucid dreams are haunted by some kind of rape demon.  Last night I had a WILD.  What was intense was as I fell through my bed and into freaky dream-land, I could hear that song from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory when they're on the Chocolate River and everything's freaky.  It was crazy.  Anyway, I landed in my bed (My bed at my old house.  I switched houses, which was really disorienting when I woke up).  Almost immediately, something caressed my neck and sighed this really rasping sigh like some kind of zombie.  I was completely paralyzed, thought about it for a few seconds, and decided it wasn't worth it.  I shook my head really hard and woke myself up.  For a few seconds the walls of my room were this garish orange and blue pattern, and then that faded.  I wanted to get up and get a drink, but I was terrified I was still dreaming and that Life-Sized Porcelain Doll was under my bed ready to force herself on me again.  It took me about five minutes to convince myself, and every time I saw something even remotely odd when getting a drink  I reality checked again.

[Tradanbattlan]

Lucky. I dont get rape demons in my dreams. Just regular ones.

[Rilder]

Had a fucked up dream the other day...

Was in my room and I heard this motorcycle revving outside near the door but I didn't want to go down and answer it so I hid in bed. Was really scared for some reason...

After a bit I realized I was dreaming and woke myself up... yep repeated awakening dream, and that dream really didn't want to let go, took like 10 tries to wake myself, some of the times I got as far as the door to my room before I woke myself up.... Its bloody weird to be standing up, close your eyes tightly and when you open them find yourself staring up at the ceiling as you lay in bed... Shame I freaked out though I could of had myself a lucid dream... That's why I never have lucid dreams, I always get freaked out and wake myself up.

Edit:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_awakening#Type_2

This is what always happens to me and why I always fail at lucid dreaming, I always get this odd feeling, and I just /know/ its a dream and I start to kinda panic for no reason.

[Cthulhu]

I had another lucid dream last night.  It started out as a normal dream, I became lucid and after a little bit felt it fading.  When I woke up, I felt like I was moving (Usually what happens about a minute before I WILD), so I tried to stay still, but something was pulling at the blanket and I could hear this snarling noise right next to me.  I tried to stay still, somehow thinking I was awake and it was just some really crazy hypnagogic hallucinations.  Finally it pulled me off the bed and I landed on it, but it was incorporeal or something.  I couldn't see it, but I could feel it grabbing me and pulling at my arms.  I got up and tried to look at my hands to see if I was dreaming (Still wasn't sure, somehow), and it grabbed them, pulling at my fingers and such.  I could see its hands, they were gray and pallid with thick black veins, and I couldn't get a good look at my hands, so I pinched my nose.  I could still breathe, so I knew I was dreaming.  I turned around and punched it in the face (At least, I assume it was its face, it was only kind of half-visible, in a weird way.  Not really transparent, but I could only partially perceive it.  It's hard to explain.  Anyway, the jolt of moving like that woke me up.

Another lucid dream, this one kind of pleasant, and then the longest freaky-WILD so far.  There is some serious Silent Hill stuff going on in these dreams.

Anyway, when the regular LD ended, I woke up.  I may have actually been dreaming, I'm not sure.  I felt myself moving again, and stayed still so I'd get a twofer LD.  I felt myself falling, and opened my eyes.  I was still in my room, but the ceiling was stretching out hundreds of feet above me.  This disturbed me, for some reason, and I closed my eyes again.  I never felt myself land, which makes me think I never actually woke up, and just became lucid in a false awakening.  Anyway, I got up, and was immediately accosted by the aforementioned partially visible demon.  This time i got a good look at it.  It was short, weedy, and bald, with long pointy ears.  It kind of looked like a Moria goblin with some kind of partial invisibility.  I punched it in the face and it ran away.  I had a chance to look around my room, and good lord it was weird.  An overwhelming sense of dread in the air, skeletal faces imprinted on the walls and door, everything was very Silent Hill.  I tried to speak, to maybe banish whatever was in the dream, but I couldn't talk.  I finally  managed to mumble "Lucidity times 10", which did nothing.  I was almost too afraid of what I'd see to leave my room, but I opened the door and walked out.  I fumbled for the light switch but couldn't find it, and just kept walking forward.  The feeling of dread was still palpable in the air, and I vaguely remember hearing weird noises in the distance.  A room about ten feet down the hall was lit, however, and the door was open.  I wanted to go in, just to have a safe haven in which to try to find a way to fix the house.  The room was my grandpa's room, but there was a blanket on the chair in there, with a large bulk very obviously under the blanket.  I started to step in, and as my body passed the threshold the light started to turn brown and fade.  I decided I didn't want to know what would happen if I stepped all the way through, so I went on to the living room.  I don't remember much about the living room, but I finally gave up trying to deal with what was going on, and started slapping myself to wake myself up.  I didn't feel it though, and the thought crossed my mind that I'd be stuck in the dream world forever, but I finally shook my head and woke up to a non-frightening false awakening.

[Zironic]

Mine end up all sexual.

[Reasonableman]

I was having a terrible dream this... well technically the last morning; anyway, in the dream I was just feeling generally awful, hating myself, weeping openly. Then I realized I was dreaming. Then I realized that the reason I was crying still applied fully whether I was dreaming or not. Then I wept some more. After I woke up. It was pretty gawdawful.

[Tradanbattlan]

Last night, I had a pretty strange lucid dream. (Well, strange in my books.)

I was running around in a world made up of squares roughly the size of my own square head. As I am running, I see the strangest creature ever. It has no arms and four little stump legs. It was green-ish with a pained look on its face. When it sighted me, it let out a tortured groan and began to lurch towards me. Not being a guy who would run in a situation like this, I adopt a fighting stance. I back myself against a cliff and get ready to throw some meaaan punches.
As it nears me, I charge it and deliver my best uppercut to its chin. What the hell was I thinking? My arm goes into his chin, and sticks there. Now, my arm is stuck inside this goo monster and the rest of me is slowly being pulled in. As my vision goes black, the last thing I remember is the oddest pleasure around my lower reigons.
Then I wake up.
Also, the creature looked alot like this:

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[deadlycairn]

After a period of good dream recall, my dream recall's gone again. I just remember little incoherent snatches of dreams, which can be very disorienting.

However, I remember most of this morning's dream - I was with my sister, at a big stage/theatre place. She was dressed up as a gymnast, and performing an act. Initially I was just watching, but then the dream changed and I was roped in too. For every brilliant stunt she did, I'd try to do one and fail miserably. I could hear the audience muttering and grumbling about how bad I was, and in the end I just woke up from sheer mortification.

I've had other dreams along this vein before (other people really good at something, I try and fail, people get angry at me) - I wonder if they're trying to tell me something?

[Cthulhu]

I had another lucid dream!  It turns out that in the dream world, outside my house is an endless maze of streets and suburbs.  It makes sense, because it almost is sort of that in real life.  Not much really happened in the dream though.  I wall-jumped, which was pretty cool.  I jumped really high, hit the wall, and jumped off of that like a ninja.  I tried to blow up a car with my mind and only succeeded in making it disappear.  The shadow was still there though.

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