I can't tell you when I first had a lucid dream, since I had lucid nightmares as a child from very young, being tortured and tormented by demons, but I can tell you about the first time I exercised full dream control. They would capture me, take me to an altar, tie me down, cut me open, and laugh as they played with my guts while I silently screamed in terror. I used to cry out to Jesus, and say, "I rebuke you in Jesus' name," but that didn't always work. (Sometimes it did, but not most of the time.)
Dream:
I am tied up in thick ropes, being carried by demons through a hellish red landscape covered with dead bodies. They are taking me to a stone altar on a hill to sacrifice me alive and torture me, like they always do. I cry out to Jesus. The demons laugh and tell me that won't help. They poke and prod me with long fingernails. It feels like being pricked with thorns and needles. They laugh as I wince and moan in pain.
A demon whispers to me, "There's no hope. You are ours. We own your soul, and we will suck the life energy out of you in your dreams until the day you die. Bitch. You are our slave, our host, and we OWN YOU."
Suddenly, a dark rage overcomes me, and my body shakes and heats up. The demons seem confused. The ropes begin to smoke, then burst into flame. I AM FREE! The demons drop me, and back away in startlement, then regain composure. They draw infernal weapons: jagged swords, cat-o-nine-tails, clubs with rusty nails, and other nasty shit. The nearest demon charges me, sword drawn. I grab his sword with my bare hand, and melt it with intense heat. The demon looks confused. I grab him by the throat, then slam him on the ground and stomp on his skull, crushing it. Suddenly, all the demons attack me at once. I kill, and slay, and slaughter, ripping off heads and arms, stealing weapons and killing them with their own blades. I am at the center of a hellstorm swarming around me as hundreds and hundreds converge, and I kill them. All.
After the last demon is dead, I am standing in the middle of the battlefield, splattered in the blood of my enemies, breathing hard with a crazy grin on my face.
One demon is laughing and mocking me, half dead. I crush his skull with a big fuckin rock.
finis
Lucid Be.
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