I went to sleep feeling really low for some reason, I think it was just because I had sleep deprivation. I was lying in bed for around three hours playing an old Splinter Cell game that I bought but never had much time to invest in playing. Anways, I closed my eyes expecting to go lucid during the night - I was pretty stressed out though, so I didn't expect it to be as vivid or enjoyable as the night before.
I was right. My dreams reflected the way I was feeling in the real world. There wasn't much colour in my dreams, and everything that could go wrong usually did.
Although I don't remember everything, I do remember one certain event very well.
For some unknown reason, my family was extremely poor and suffering - I didn't live with them it seemed, I was just visiting.
It was very upsetting for me. I suppose it was like a Parallel universe?
At one point, I was in a small corner shop. Being poor, and a risk taker (I suppose?) - I decided to snatch a big packet of chewing-gum, not the most nutritious of foods I know! But I thought atleast it was something. The shop was quite busy, so I thought that the owner wouldn't notice, or if he did that he wouldn't bother doing anything about it.
I was wrong, he pressed an alarm after I ran out - and then called over the local thug from over the street to help him stop me (what an over reaction). I began to panic, and even offered to return the item or pay for it to avoid any trouble. He didn't accept, so I basically ran as fast as I could down the nearest road.
As always, it seemed as though I was running on a treadmill. I was basically waiting for the thug to catch up to me. When he did, he revealed a gruesome looking machete. It looks as though he was working in a butchers. He looked the same age as me though.
The bastard tried to slice me open.
So I tried my best to wrestle his hands, but still got cut in places.
Ouch.
I don't know why, but after a minute of fighting back - I think the thug got bored with me. I wasn't going to let myself die in my own dreamworld.
He became more interested in the civilian in front of us.
He tossed me a similar sized knife and sort of gave me a nod of approval. He wanted me to join him in slicing up the civilian in front of us.
For no known reason, may I add.
I stood there stunned, as the thug thrusted his blade into the innocent victims chest and kidneys. I didn't approve of his psychotic bullying, so I tried to catch him off guard and give him a good stabbing in the chest. The maniac deserved it.
It didn't go to plan. He moved out of position and I instead just cut his elbow.
..Oops.
As the dying/dead citizen fell to the ground, the thug got real pissed at me that I tried to stab him in the back when he gave me a weapon and trusted me - and therefore, started to go for me again. What did he expect?
It seemed we fought for a good 5 minutes atleast, and the battle was pretty equally matched. It was like a classic swordfight from a movie, just with 12 inch machetes instead of great swords.
As you may have noticed, I didn't have much control over this lucid dream - or I would have easily changed things for the better. But for some reason, I just didn't bother. I wasn't motivated and I just wanted to be left alone.
I took alot of damage, and felt real pain - each slice was as realistic as I could imagine, although there was no pain from the wounds. I felt sort of bad that I was carving this maniac in front of me, but it was self defence!?
I can't even remember who won, sadly. But I certainly didn't die.
This is the first 'slice' (excuse the pun) of violence I've had in my lucid dreams..
hopefully the last, unless I'm a cool ninja or something.
