Originally posted by nesgirl119
Did you by chance know you were dreaming?
There was a near-constant, um, level of commentary. Throughout the dream, I had really strong opinions about the stuff that was happening and I voiced them to myself.

However, early on in the dream there was a serious clue that I was really close. From the DJ:

"I walk in an urban setting (industrial stuff in the background, a stone road). Two smart-alec schoolboys start to shout at me as I pass them by. Insults, stupid jokes. I get angry and decide to turn around and teach them a lesson.

The dream becomes like a 3D action game (the boys' figures change so that it looks like they are made out of polygon textures). I kick the shit out of them. I have hightened control over the way I beat them up. I throw each of them against a lamppost which has a square stone slab at its base.

I throw a boy against the stone and see the blood spurt and the visible damage to the face. And then do it again and check the new bruises. It is very alarming. I realize how violent and sick this is. Yet I continue to bash the boys."

So I could actually *control* my behavior, but I was not clever enough to truly take the reins. I think this is because of two main things: A) my actions still seemed rather hazy & B) my actions were so awfully violent that I felt revolted. And this incident is the reason why I felt so freaked out when the ethereal voice grabbed me. The nightmare vibe was too strong.