memorable

I was with some friends, I think KR and someone else, shopping in some stores. I had found some red outfit; I had a black dress or maybe top and shorts with a red lace dress over it. It stopped mid-thigh and had no sleeves. It was extremely bright, and seemed to fit perfectly. While in the store I happened to find some matching red lace slippers. They were only about $6 so I decided to grab them while I was there. I looked at myself in the mirror. Everything I had was either red or black, creating a perfect outfit.

We went to another shop, but once inside, I realized that I had forgotten to pay for the lace dress and slippers and everything else.

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I was in a car at first. I think my mother was driving, and there was some other random woman there too. She seemed to be a close companion to me. I think she had black hair and pale skin. My mom was driving along the LS, but then she ended up driving into some town that was apparently part of QC. It was a very nice and quaint little town; the whole town was perfect temperature and had a pleasant glow to it. The houses and stores seemed friendly.

I ended up in some sort of temple, or so it seemed, with my companion. I think I was wearing a different dress now. My companion was wearing a long black gown. The scenery changed for a few seconds then; I was at a party or something, in some sort of apartment with brown walls, and I had to charge my cellphone. I hooked it up to a wall. The scenery changed back to the temple.

The templed was large with a massive winding staircase on one side. It seemed to have mosaics all along the walls and pillars. The pillars had openings between them. As I looked up, the roof rounded at the top with the tiles coming to a center. It had many blue-green tiles and hints of gold here and there.

My companion was throwing up. Somehow, there seemed to be another companion, much like her, but I think she was wearing a red dress. The original one was still in black, and she was vomiting large amounts of black sludge. I remember watching her and seeing the sludge; against the low light of the temple, I couldn't see it so well, but I saw it shiny and thick. I ran over to hold up her long hair, but by the time I was there her hair had turned blonde and it was in a ponytail.

Somehow I ended up naked. I ran towards the outside of the temple to one of the rocks. I was slightly conscious of the people around looking at me, but the town seemed so accepting, and at this point I didn't care. I flopped onto one of the rocky walls fencing the temple and just looked out to where the sunlight's glow came from. I felt the rocky, gritty surface against my breasts and stomach, and the gentle, perfect air breeze against my skin. Everything seemed perfect.

It actually kind of confused me because I had been working on WILD a lot more than DILD, though I had a DILD first. However, I suppose that while I was primarily using WILD, there was probably some DILD/MILD work mixed in.

~Scene 1~
I'm crawling through this wire/mesh fence type thing, chasing someone. It's kind of like the COD: W@W final kill-cam format. I was kinda happy about that, since I wouldn't be getting shot. I'm shooting at him, and he's shooting at me, but neither of us is hitting. This goes on for about 5 seconds. After 5 seconds, time reverts to normal and the enemy starts running towards this big wall/building/fortress-thing. I run after him, but hundreds of little blow-guns pop out of the wall and shoot at me. I am hit only on my right arm for some reason. After that, i either faint or walk inside the building.

~Scene 2~
As I am in the building, I find out that it's like an Oklahoma Sooners or Oklahoma State-themed sports bar (I reaaaally don't know why). I see some high school-age kids that I feel like I am supposed to know them. They are working as waiters. Then I walk up this large flight of stairs to the second floor. I start talking to a waitress (that I don't know) and eventually the word "dream" came up. This got me started thinking, and eventually I become lucid. Then, about 3 feet below the ceiling, a little white, glittering orb spirals down from the ceiling and is absorbed into me. I then realize the full significance of my lucidity. I get really, really excited, so without thinking, I run towards this balcony outside. When I see sky above me, but am still on the ground, I jump up (hoping to fly before it ended) but sadly, and painfully, land on a table. I start to zone out of the dream, so I start rubbing my hands, though it is to no avail. I was WAAAAAAAAAAAAY too excited. I know what I'll be working on now.

When I became lucid
I realized I was at a doctor's office, explaining that I had a pain in my back that seems to go straight through me and out my solar plexis.
I had a man with me in the room whom I know well and trusted. A few minutes before both of the ones I came here with had been standing guard outside the room,
but one had rushed in after they had felt my confusion and distress.
The woman doctor first touched my back where the pain was and then asked to lay back on the table so she could look/touch my solar plexis.
She began to ask me questions which was hard for me to answer being I was drugged and very out of it.
Before I knew it, the doctor started putting restraints on my legs.

I looked at one of the men that had brought me here and I hollered out telepathically to him "get me the hell out of here!"
Of the two men with me he was younger and had blondish hair. He asked the doctor to leave us for just a moment.
As soon as she walked out the door, the other man rushed in having 'heard' what was going on. He was someone I knew...that I Trusted and Loved dearly. He picked me
up off the table and asked if I could walk. I could. We came out of the office door, his left arm around me and in his right hand he held a gun.
Slightly behind me and to the left was the other man (guard) who was heavily armed.

Everyone in the office was shocked as they ushered me out of the building. At one point I had thought there would be a gunfight
when one of the office's security guards saw us and the guns.
He just stood there frozen in place. The man that held me up looked at the scared security guard in the eyes
and said into his mind :Be calm. We are just leaving:

Afterwards, we lurked around outside in the parking lot. The building we had left now had hundreds of people standing around it. I was waiting for
someone to come out of the building but why I was there still I don't recall. An ex of mine was the look-out, standing just around the corner of the building by the door,
so I would not have to get too close to the crowd and possibly caught again. I was still feeling drugged a little.

The next thing I knew, I am sitting on a stage.I am about to be interviewed in front of a large crowd.
I am wearing the same clothes as I had been in the "doctor's" office;
a sleeveless dark red velvet dress. I looked at it wondering if it was stained from what had happened earlier. I looked out into the crowd and there were hundreds of people out there.
The first question I was:
"Can you explain for us what had happened earlier in your own words?"

I sat there and thought about what I was going to say for a minute..all of it true but it was not necessary for all the people to know..
that the scheme had been political. That the 'doctor' hated me and was very jealous of my position in the government and that the plan was to have me "disappear"
in a private hospital for several years.
I thought about asking the interviewer what she thought would happen if the person who loved her most in the world saw SHE was in danger.
What lengths would be gone to to save HER...

What I did say, after a lot of thought was "NO, I really can't."

This is a dream I had when I was like 9 or 10. I had a job and was trying to get to work. I lived at the top of a huge building with no elevator. It would've taken forever to get to the bottom and catch a cab using the stairs. I then found a shortcut in the air ducts/vents of the building. I was hungry to so I took a granola bar with me for breakfast. While crawling through the vents i saw Spider-man. He tried to beat me up so he could steal my breakfast. I tried to get away but the vents were cramped. Then it turned out that the vent was on the side of the building. He broke the vent and pushed me out took my breakfast and I fell 20 stories, but I always wake up right before I die in dreams so then I woke up.

I started my dream in a hotel room. My family and I just dropped off our luggage and were now relaxing. I go to look out the window and realize that I'm at the highest room on a sky scraper. there is no city in view though, just a few houses with a beach in the distance. I tell my mom that I'm going to go look around for a while and left. My view changes and I'm suddenly at the beach. The sand is bright white with the beach having clear blue water. In the distance, there is this giant rock wall in the water, kind of like a steep cliff. I turn around and see stairs going from the beach to a small grass plain and with it a two story bar. The bar had a square like base with no windows or doors. I see my mom and all of my aunts laughing and talking happily . I decide to walk off not to disturb them. I go back to the beach and find these weird cards in the sand. I start to look through them. Each card had a different color of plastic on it and had a weird pictures on them. I hold one of them and put the rest of them on the ground. I grip the card in my hand, hold my hand in the air, and a red beam shoots out of my hand. Finally something awesome happens. A giant army of heavily suited warriors start running towards me in a distance . I pick up the rest of the cards, start to run into the bar, and then I woke up.

This one i can't remember when it happened.
I was in my room and i was thinking of all the things i wanted, where i wanted to be later on in life. Then all of a sudden my room gets really cold and dark, and this black figure with horns and horse legs pops up on my couch. I knew it was the devil, i mean it might not have looked like it, but for some reason i knew it. And it was talking to me trough my head, saying, '' i could give you that and more, with me you can have all the happiness you deserve you can have anything you wish, just come with me''. Surprisingly i was starting to get convinced, but then i remembered what about god? And it laughed and said,'' haha, what has he done for you he's nothing, i can give you more than he ever will.'' Then i started praying but he kept laughing harder and harder, untill i woke up.

So this was a few weeks after my first one.
So, i remember running trough this byou that's near my house, and i kept hearing screaming. There were red brick around me, and a fence.
I ran towards the fence and looked over it and saw my friend getting raped by this dark figure. All i remember about this man or thing is the bright green eyes it had. After that happened i just watched. Then i hear footsteps behind me and i turn around to see this black thing, it had like horse legs i dont know how to explain but it was hairy and it's face looked like part dragon. Big black eyes and sharp teeth along with a huge smirk on it's face. Well, it smiled at me and said, ''this is all for you daughter''. Then it just laughed, and i woke up.

This was like 2 months ago, but i've been having what i guess you could call ''demonic dreams''.
So as i fell asleep i appeared in my dream in what seemed like an apartment zone. It was very dak outside and I remember having that feeling that i knew this place, though i really didn't. Well, i remember seeing shadows fly across the buildings and trees. Then there were other people with me but i couldn't see who they were i just felt like i knew who they were. Then there's street lights and they slowly start going off. The next thing i see is gates, this is when i got the feeling of fear, i felt like i had to look for someone. At that time i couldn't tell who i was trying to find but then all of a sudden i remembered i had to get my friend justin from hell. That didn't make sense, but as i walked into several gates there were what looked like dragons/demons, dark shadows, people that didn't have faces it was just skin. And i finally found him, but i never got out. That's the first ''demonic dream'' i can remember.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember a lot of fragments of this dream, and mostly the house.

I’m standing outside of a stone house, it’s raining, and the dream looks so detailed. There is a large, picture window in the middle of the house, with one normal sized window on each side. The stone house is on a little road with lots of green over hanging trees on a cobblestone road that is about 50 feet off of the main road- that is also cobblestone.

I’m in England on vacation. I walk in side of the house an greet the person I’m going to be staying with. I guess I rented a apartment instead of a hotel. The person inside is nice, and shows me around the house. He tells me how everything works, and I remember him showing me how the TV worked.

I wanted to try boating in England, so the next thing I knew I was on a lake (it looked a lot like a lake in New Hampshire that I have been to a few times). The lake is extremely crowded with boats, and there are a lot of islands on the lake, too. I remember that my boat is low lying to the water and it could easily sink. I’m going around pretty fast on the lake and then someone yells at me “Watch out!” then they tell me via telepathy that there are some sharp rocks up ahead that are right on the surface of the water. I slow down my boat because now I’m pretty scared of sinking or flipping it.

The funny thing is, right before I went to bed, I was talking to a friend about swimming in lakes and how I would hate swimming in the middle of the lake and looking down. Its just darkness and I would hate to get pulled down or something.

I can see the rocks on the surface. They just look like they are floating right there. I hit a few of them, but manage to keep the boat going and get back to land.


I think about going back to the house, then the next thing I see is that I'm standing outside again. I go inside and I just handout with the person and talk. He mentions something about how "You never should have moved to America". So I spit back "I wasnt the one who moved". I remember that the conversation started over American and its separation from England.

The dream suddenly ends and I go on to another dream (that I cant remember).

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

This was an amazing dream. Outstanding recall, vividness, and lucidity. I could fly well and I did a lot more than flying too! I lost lucidity later in the dream, but oh well. I'm still happy!

Winter dream
It was night. Me and my family were driving through a strange city. Maybe it was raining? The buildings were arranged in blocks like Minecraft and they looked cool. We commented on the buildings and joked around. There was a sense of coziness in the car.

Morning came and we finally got to my house. Work was being done on the house. I asked what was going on, and they said they were converting our house into a store that we could still live in as a house. The people working on the house were my extended family. I could see each room in our house sold different things. Our kitchen sold different kinds of foods, and our unfinished room sold furniture. (I remember my grandparents working on that room; they have lots of antique furniture at their house.) There were a few other rooms with other stuff but I don't remember what they were. I went up onto the nonexistent roof deck of our house. (I imagined coming up to the real roof-deck of my grandparents' house.) It was going to sell plants. To my strong surprise, the roof was several times larger than the house we live in below it. What? This is impossible! Wait, we don't even have a roof deck... I'm dreaming!

Using the roof as a lift-off area I flew, flapping my wings. Our house was surrounded by wintery forest. It actually is, but only on one side, and it is Spring right now, plus it isn't as tall. The leaves on trees were long gone, replaced by snow. It was totally beautiful. I kept flying. I can't waste my entire dream flying! I decided to try making a portal in mid-air by drawing a circle with my finger. It failed, probably because I've never even done it on the ground and I had no intention of where to go. I started to get a little too far away from home for comfort, so I headed back to what I thought was my house.

It wasn't my house but it was a place of interest. It was some camp-out. There was one big tent where most of the event happened. I landed. I remember practicing a few skills successfully like flying without flapping arms. I realized it was almost evening, and people were getting in their tents. The tents were these wide diamond-shaped pods that you slept in, only needing stakes at the two farthest tips of the diamonds. I looked for an open spot, and then I stuck my finger into the ground. I pulled it out with a tent stuck to it, and then pushed my finger into the ground 6 feet away. I had one of the diamond tents, and it was successfully staked in, without having to go ask Administration for a tent. I went to sleep.

I woke up. Not as a false awakening in my real bed, I just got out of my tent and stretched my arms. It was the morning. Frost covered the grass. People were already setting stuff up. Someone got me to do work. He wouldn't let me leave. Work, work, work.

I woke up after a good night's sleep.

Very vivid, very lucid, and I actually did stuff other than flying! I think I forgot a few things in the camp-out part of the story, but oh well. I still love this dream.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Slipping a Picture Out

A younger man and a man who seemed to be something like his mentor. Doing some organizing or redecorating of some sort. Cleaning? Inside an old, historic feeling building. Many large windows around one end.

The younger man (was it me? I seemed to switch back and forth from third person to somewhat identified with him) had accomplished something, some landmark. He seemed like a learned novice. He had a picture of himself to mark the occasion.

The older man took a frame off the wall. The frame and its anchoring to the wall was complex, attached to a simple wood rod decoration with a few soft undulances and shallow, smooth, symmetrical crevices. It was dusty. Some old, shriveled cobwebs huddled against it. The frame somehow slid onto this bar to connect to the wall. He told the younger man that he was going to replace the older picture of another of his (students?) with this one. The younger man felt uncomfortable with this, knew it would upset the person who was being replaced. The older man didn’t open the frame, just slowly slipped the other picture out of the bottom, surprising the young man, who was me, and then slid the new picture in.

The new picture looked casual and somewhat professional, but not strong, solid, and fitting like the old picture. It looked too new, too much of a body shot, too bright, not authentic and serious and traditional enough, with muted colors, like the picture that used to be there. But it did look happier and younger.

The man whose picture had been replaced came over from the dim back of the building, which felt like an old bar. He was somewhat angry and jealous, disappointed, about his picture being removed. He didn’t feel positively toward the young man.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


Dinner and “Centipede” Lizards Licking Legs

At dinner with 3 people. I felt younger, perhaps college age or just graduating. It was some kind of planned event, like a celebration. I thought we were there with others who were at different tables.

Three other people with me. Empty (used?) glasses already on the table, shoved to the side. Cluttered with, were they layers of old menus as “placemats”? Dirty, dusty, old.

They brought us drinks. Mine was a warm margarita-type drink. I wondered again about the service considering the warm drink. I drank it, flourishing it a bit like I was an old hand. I thought how I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Projecting a persona, and that wasn’t subtle enough. It didn't feel like me.

Me and the others didn’t seem too connected, but there was a comfort.

It took a loooong time for the food to come, if it did (I don’t recall).

A foot long creature came through the wall and walked under the table, turned right, and kept going. I followed. I called it a centipede in my mind but realized it was more like a lizard with 4 stumpy legs, like a long, unshelled turtle. Another one came, following the same path.

I sat back down, next to the girl (who had been a part of the 4 of us before?).

Yet another creature walked that path, and I wondered about them being young and is their mom about to come? Another young one. Then the mom, larger, with a more rounded mouth. She noticed us (unlike the children) and slowly opened her mouth near my leg. I thought she was going to lick me but maybe bite me.

I pulled my bare legs up onto the booth. She put her stumpy front legs up on the side of the booth but couldn’t reach me. She turned toward the other girl’s legs and slowly opened her mouth. The girl didn’t seem concerned and I cautioned her about the saliva, that it might be poisonous. The creature had a very large, wide almost human-like tongue. It seemed friendly. The girl let her lick her legs. The creature licked slowly and in wide strokes. I inspected the girl from a distance. She seemed fine, no reaction to a toxin if there even was a toxin in the saliva.

non-dream non-lucid lucid

Tipping over, a box full of cubes empty their contents onto the store floors. "Damn," I said as I ran out of the exit, an expensive item gleaming in my hand. Theft. I had realized what I had done, now lucid, as turned around and walked back into the store. I was forced to pay a fine for theft and destruction of property, and I read the bill. $70. Not bad.

The dream skips, and I am walking around my school campus. I greet a teacher as I walk by a classroom, noting her apparent friendiness in what seems to be a rather sore day. The new vice principal is peering into a classroom, observing the teacher and his students. Down by a table, little boy is enjoying his lunch. I turn into the next empty hallway to make another circle around the school. It's suddenly almost pitch-black, and trying to find my way around the darkness. Some slow, depressing rock music is playing, the only words I hear are "Written in the Storms". I walk back around, and I see the old vice principal, full of rage, screaming into a classroom full of threatened students and their teacher. I reluctantly say "Evening," to a few teachers walking by. I got a depressed and shy, "E..evenin'." What's going on?- I thought. A chubby boy, much like the one I saw before, is shoveling food down his throat with both hands.

I turn to the final hallway, and I see someone. She turns walks with me, and the very little light in the dream is flashing faintly on her face, much like how cars' headlights quickly and repeatedly strike a street lamp is it turns a corner. I say, "No one really knows the true faces behind the good people in this horrible world. My true face shows the sadness and stress that my family seems to pass onto me. My true faith is only for me to know. My current, let's say compulsion, is also buried deeply in that face, and that, weh-, -oo b-" The dream ends. I fall back asleep as I try to continue the dream, but I seem to only get in choppy results. "-t-gth- -th- y-" I manage to get out. The dream relocates, and I find myself saying "Writing in the storms," to my confused mother and brother. I hear the music of the same song I heard coming from my bedroom. I try to find the source of the music as it fades away. The dream skips to the previous scene, as I turn to this girl and say "you."

I had my first lucid dream in a while last night, and I was having some difficulty getting to where I wanted to go in the world. I tried closing my eyes and spinning, but that didn't seem to help me whatsoever. I tried something I've personally never heard of before, I'm sure its not just unique to me, but I went on a computer and looked up pictures (kind of like Google images). I kept scrolling through the pictures until I found one I liked. Then I just soaked myself into the picture, kind of like it was a portal to a new world, and it worked!

I did it several times and ended up in multiple scenarios with people I didn't know and places I've never heard of. It was one of the more exciting lucid experiences I've ever had.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Spoiler for Past Related Dreams and History:

History

A new experience dreaming the other night. It gave me hope even though I woke in fear. It also prompted me to get off my butt and finally join a forum that discusses such things. First, a little history.

In the past I’ve had a reoccurring dream of family members and others trying to kill me. One repeated every year it seemed, starting at the age of about 8 and ending (at least consciously) around 18. In this dream a calm and intense voice announced to me that my family was turning into monsters. I ran from them. My father chased me (the chase scenes varied significantly, thought it seems that they were always outside of my grandmother’s house, where the dream started). Sometimes I got away, sometimes I fell, and there was one time I thought I experienced death before I woke up. The dreams filled me with terror.

Other similar dreams have often occurred, the main theme being that someone is stalking me and I am aware that they wanted to kill me. Sometimes I’d confront them. Most times it would be an endless hiding and running deep fear experience. Sometimes it was a combination of both. I’ve experienced other variations of this type of terror dream, often including sharks (in college), tornadoes, and tidal waves.
Usually when I wake the consuming fear and sadness and loneliness from these dreams is so very present, infusing me to some extent throughout the day no matter how much I process and release it. It can be exhausting. Ok, pretty much done with the history.


Recent History

A couple nights ago a terror dream was different than other experiences. I haven’t been remembering my dreams as often in the recent past (I started to type recent future, lol). I had meditated right before sleeping with binaural audio that also incorporates other meditation-inducing aspects. It was a pretty deep meditation and a lot more emotional pain than usual came up, but I was largely able to hold the discomfort in a larger awareness and release happened as well. I fell asleep.

Nightmare with Lucid Meditation

The terror dream was a series of people trying to kill me. Each chapter seemed to occur in my current home or a similar one.

One instance was a psychological death of sorts, where someone wanted me to admit something I’d done that hurt them but I knew that if they knew it would hurt them more than if I didn’t tell them. I felt ashamed. As they tried to dig it out of me tears ran down my face and I avoided looking into their eyes. I think I explained to them at one point that I couldn’t tell them or they would be more hurt. I was conflicted and I’m not sure I held my ground (I think the dream changed at that point).

The dream continued, one person trying to kill me, the dream morphing, then another person trying to kill me, and so on. They were sneaky, some trying to lull me into feeling comfortable with them. It didn’t work. I knew. I resisted. After a few chapters in the dream, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this lucid state I tried different tactics.

1. Dream Control

I tried what I now know to be called dream control. Tried to turn my stalker away, tried to make them friendly, tried to make it not be about being stalked. That wasn’t as “successful” as the tactic has been in other lucid dreams I've had.

2. Wake

I tried to wake myself. In the dream I had access to my real memories: I recalled that I’d woken myself from a nightmare as a young child, maybe 5 years old, after frantically trying to wake in the dream and having no success. This is how I remember it. I became aware of my physical body in my bed. I tried to open my eyes. Felt my eyebrows raising, my lids stretching, but they stayed together. I tried to move my arms. They were heavy, they wouldn’t move. Then my shoulders responded. Finally my arms moved. I reached up and opened my eyes with my hands and woke like that…my fingers on my eyelids, having pulled them apart manually.

Remembering the success of this childhood experience, I attempted this tactic in my dream last night while lucid. It failed. Throughout using these wake-myself-up-please tactics,

I would think I had awakened only to find out I was still in the dream. I became identified with the dream and then lucid and aware I was dreaming (usually because I had a new stalker or less often because something else wouldn't be the same as in my home) again over and over after each failed attempt.

First I tried to wake myself by simply willing it, then throwing a large amount of the energy of my desire to wake into it.

Then I tried to feel my body in my bed, to establish a connection like I thought I had in childhood. It seemed that I could feel my body and that I woke. This was the first time I thought I'd woken up but after I “woke” myself I soon discovered I was being stalked again and had not escaped the dream.

Then I tried to not only feel my body but to move my body, however, I found I wasn’t very coordinated and I was flailing. I became afraid of hurting myself or spilling my water on my nightstand, etc.

The cycle of thinking I had awoken and then realizing I was still in the dream (I think called false awakenings?) came full circle at least 3 times, though in my not completely clear recollection it feels like it was more like 4 to 6 times.

3. Lucid Meditation

At one point I tried to meditate in the dream, hold the dream and the fear of the dream in the arms of my awareness so that I wasn’t so self-identified with it and terrified. This was the new accomplishment. A big one. I don’t think it lasted long, maybe a couple minutes.

I’ve been in different meditative states in many dreams, but this one was intentionally, lucidly, induced. Even though it was a meditation initially infused with the desire to escape from the emotions, I'm still goanna break out with a yay! I came to a place where I wasn’t hiding or trying to wake up. I was confronting in an accepting way while still trying to protect myself.

The meditation did not relieve the fear but I felt more me, more whole. At first the fear was very present and perhaps more so. It seems that the fear ebbed to some degree after a time. I remember looking down on my body during the meditation. The dream also may have gone to black and white during the meditation and got a static quality to it, like white noise. I don't remember ever dreaming in black and white, though now that I look back I don't recall any color in the dream at any point. I am skeptical of it not being in color, however, because now it is days since the dream occurred and I only remember snippets. After the short meditation is when I fuzzily think I woke.

I don't remember the sequence of the following parts of the dream. I'm about 90% sure I wasn’t lucid at the time:

I felt physical pain when one stalker was biting my lips. The physical pain felt so…well…physical. It hurt in a sharp way, just as if my dream body was a physical one. That realization is unsettling and also wondrous. Now I realize that both of the times I have been aware of physical pain in dreams was when I was being bitten. Both dreams were at some point lucid dreams, but not lucid at the time that I was being bitten. The other time was a dog biting my fingertips. Now I’m interested in this…why biting? Perhaps this similarity is connected to a pattern, perhaps not. Worth keeping an eye on it and a thought hanging around.

I tried to manipulate the people out of trying to kill me. I plotted quickly as they advanced. One of the people I offered myself to sexually to try to avoid being killed, to distract him. It worked. It was boring and rather ineffectual sex and I ended up feeling frustrated because I wanted more pleasure, even though I was creeped out and scared.

Well, that was long. I doubt I'll want to use the energy to write so much in the future (or try to refine the clarity of my writing so much, gah), but this dream absolutely fascinated me and I felt reconnected to past dreaming experiences after dry spells and inattention. It woke the inspiration.

I think a big part of why it waned was nobody I shared these types of dreams with had similar experiences or seemed to want to dive in. But after reading some of the forum, wow, some of you not only have had similar but extensive experiences. Thanks for reading, I'm interested in learning from others on this site if you want to respond! That said, I also have a very skeptical side and enjoy critical and insightful discussion, though it is tempered by many other sides.