Sheddler

I just remembered several nightmares in which I became aware I was dreaming, but wasn't aware of dream control. This was many years back. I was running and hiding from a monster, I'm not talking 4 year old one eyed green thing, I'm talking huge ass scary monster with several teeth, and eyes, this thing would scare the shit out of a marine. I realized that this dream would be worse if I just kept running, because I'd be startled by my death, so I openly accepted being killed by it. I remember dying... It was painful. The minute that the extreme pain hit me, I woke up, my body feeling asleep. Back then, I was in a bunk bed, and when I woke up, I jerked up, and hit my head on the bars. That sucked. Well, the more I think about my dreams, the more old ones I recover.

I seem to have done this many times in my younger childhood, realized I was dreaming, and offered myself to the antagonist as an escape. How foolish, if only I had known!