Last night I had a horrible dream. I was going through a lucid dream which was really enjoyable, and I noticed my grandmother walking around in the room I was in. I guess I must have lost my lucidity because the dream turned into a nightmare. Like, my grandmothers body just kind of shut down and fell apart right infront of me, and she was screaming in pain.
Then my moms voice came yelling from her room and I ran in slow motion because I can never run in dreams. And I went in her room and she was gone but there was blood on the celling of her room.
I then saw my brother walking through the hallways with no hands and just bloody stumps saying "He is going to kill you Rob, run away" over and over. So I started running (again in slow motion) and I felt like someone was chasing me. I fell down and could not move a muscle. I then felt someone tapping on my right shoulder softly over and over.
I woke up.
It might have been the scariest dream. Does anyone know how such a nice lucid dream can turn into one of the most horrific dreams ever? Why did my brain just decide the scare the hell out of itself?

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