Originally posted by Whitefield


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.
So, if you did know you were dreaming, you were Lucid, just so you know!