 Originally Posted by RebelSeven
Fun post! A lot of this, I feel, rings true for my lucid experience too (though I've never watched this film, is it on netflix perchance?). I've had strange fantastic dreams since childhood and have always been interested in fiction and mystery, and my dreams reflected that.
I would go to bed with a mixed thrill of excitement and apprehension (my fantasy dreams were as incredible as my nightmares were terrifying) but I never regretted having nightmares the same way my siblings and friends did. As I got older I also overcame fears a lot faster than my peers (scary movies, real life gore, social pressure) I never thought there was a connection but now you make me wonder if this was a direct result of learning to navigate my dreams and the "unknown" within myself.
I do believe that later, when I discovered WILDing and the "illusion" of fear that I experienced, I learned how to directly compartmentalize my fear in real emergencies, so I can act with a clear head despite the symptoms of terror.
I am glad you enjoyed the post.
I remember so many ridiculous adventures and insane nightmares when I was a kid. After I was about 7 I stopped having the nightmares due to waking myself up when I realized that it was a nightmare. I didn't have nightmares until I started LDing 13 years later. It was a mixture of fear and excitement, but I also never hated my nightmares, I thought that they were insanely terrifying during, but when I woke up, I was really glad I had them, this has made me try very hard to have nightmares, but it is very rare to have a nightmare when you are not stressed or really really afraid of something.
I don't know if they depend on each other, but they seem to go side by side. Who knows though. Kind of like how when you open a door, you either go into a room or outside, they are similar paths, but couldn't be any different when you pass through. They don't need the other to exist or happen because of each other, but they do have a common entryway.
I often stayed up too late and experienced mild auditory hallucinations (generally due to reading too late or for too many nights in a row). I would hear, not only the house creaking, but also someone breathing in the next room or a window opening. I was so sure that I was going to die one night, so I was praying and freaking out and pretty sure that someone was in my bathroom, slowly opening my door. I read my Bible and read Ecclesiastes 3:2, there is a time to live and a time to die. I was very sure that I was going to die, and thought that if I alerted my parents he might turn more violent, or that if I just went to sleep he might just steal things and leave without killing. I went to sleep very sure that I was going to die (sleep deprived teenager ok. ), but since then I have not feared death in the least. A lot of people are pretty sure of what happens when they die, but I think that a big unknown, or maybe even a bigger one is how will you face death. For some crazy reason, this night a decade ago stuck out and completely changed who I am. It always reminds me of the song "Do you know what is worth fighting for, when it is not worth dying for?" and I realized that I would make my decisions in my life without the thought of death being a factor, but other people. I have only had to use this a couple of times, but I realized on a broader scope that the people that you choose to spend your life with and the things that you choose to live with and for are the same things that you are choosing to die for. For some reason my mind makes everything seem more hardcore than it already is, haha. 
I recommend checking out Over The Garden Wall, it will make you think a lot if you are an introspective person that can enjoy a good cartoon.
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