I tried to have a lucid dream two nights ago and thought about having a lucid dream all day, and ended up dreaming about trying to have a lucid dream.

anyway, last night, I fell asleep on my futon, and while trying to get to sleep, i heard this maniacal, shrieking, demonic laughter in my head, though I also felt like I could actually hear it. Like, literally hear it. It was insane, and at first I was annoyed with it, but then it got louder, and louder. I grew scared. I thought, "If Danny (my little brother) were here, I could convince him not to be scared of laughter remembered from a song (cuz I had listened to a song w/ maniacal laughter that night) or pictures of Hell in an album cover (which I had viewed that night, too). But Danny is not here... and I am scared- I can not convince myself not to be afraid."
After a while, I was in my gym homeroom, saying how I hated Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away (which isn't really that true in real life...) to the anime club. One of my friends had told me that day, outside of the dream, about one of her friends who kissed her the first time he met her and she told me that he'd probably kiss me too if he ever met me. He was in my dream for some reason, I don't know why, because I've never met this person in my life and have no real interest in him whatsoever. In my dream, he said something that I didn't understand.
"What did you say?" I asked.
He stared at me, unresponsive.
"No, really, I didn't hear you; I'm not trying to be mean or anything."
He smiled.
"I'm Berlin," I said.
"I'm Collin." and he held out his hand. It went past me, maybe even threw me, but I don't remember. I got confused and thought, "My friend said if he met me he'd probably kiss me, because he kissed her when she first met him."
But then he did. He kissed me on my forehead...
I spiraled back to my futon where I lay. I felt lips press against my forehead, then move down my face. Hands gripped my head. I reached out behind me and felt a hand.
"Nom." said the voice. (when I told this to my friend Phoebe, she started laughing hysterically.) I thought it was Dad at first, since he wakes me up in the morning w/ a kiss. But this was gruffer. I was surprised by the aggressiveness in his voice and the roughness as his dry lips pressed against my skin.
"No, get off me," I wanted to say. "Hi, Dad," I almost said sleepily. I stayed silent. The lips continued to follow their routine, starting at my forehead then pushing their way down my face.
"Nom." came the growl. Then, "Let's pray. Nom. Let's pray." (I'm in a Christian family and sometimes Dad wants to pray when he wakes me up.) The voice sounded sarcastic, crude, and barbarous. It did not sound at all like my dad, and these hands I felt were not Dad's hands, either. I tried to push his hands away, then opened my eyes. I felt no hands... I saw no one. I was still lying on my futon. I turned my head and saw that Dad was not there. It had seemed so real, so incredibly real, and so scary...
The one reason I can think of that this wasn't a lucid dream was that I didn't control anything. But my excuse is that I thought that I was awake. Seeing as I dreamed the very setting that I slept in... besides for the gym scene... it seemed real. I mean, I knew that i have a strong imagination but not strong enough that I could actually feel lips or hands. Just blankets and pillows. >< idk if it was a lucid dream or not. But it definitely seemed real and it seemed lifelike... if that's the word for it?