My first lucid dream was a recurring nightmare I had when I was 4 or 5. It was indistinguishable from being wide awake, except for fear and a light with the sound the shape of an F-117 that moved across my ceiling. I overcame the fear through something like prayer, after which the experience went away, at least in that form.
The light that is not light is here....
The fear seemed a lot less like my reaction to the light-and-sound-spade-thing and more like a property of the thing itself. It was as if it projected the fear, and learning not to be afraid was like learning to separate myself from the emotion it projected, like learning not to fall for it.
I'm not sure it would be true to say that the fear is a lie though, and that the fear itself is the root of the problem. I think in some way fear is analogous to pain, or guilt. All can lie, but they do not always lie. If you have a thorn stuck in you, the pain is attempting to communicate something that you need to know. And if you're harming someone for your own gain, guilt has something like the same role as pain. People often deny the message, and treat the affliction of the message as the problem, but sometimes the message speaks the truth. Then you can shut it off for a while, but it will find its way to you eventually. My dream is like that I think.
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