When I was a kid I'd have this series of dreams....they were all lucid, and each night they began the same way. It was like a tv soap or something, complete with title screen and theme song.

Anyways, some of them turned pretty ugly, even though they were lucid---I guess I just knew that certain things were supposed to occur in the "series", but they never scared me. I remember feeling frightened, but I wouldn't wake up form them.

Then there was another time when I had a dream that I was alone in my house but being pursued by some people who had come to rob the place but who wanted to kill me when they learned I was in the house. I knew I was dreaming, so I told myself that if I just went to sleep, I could wake up in the real world. I kept climbing out the window of my house and getting into this little wire dog cage and going to sleep...but every time I woke up I'd ask myself if I was dreaming or not, and I'd hear the robbers downstairs and decide that I'd actually woken up into yet another dream....finally I did wake up- from the whole thing.