Lucidity Non lucidity Partially lucid

Alright, so when I dream and I'm in the dream, I usually don't look like myself. I look like some weird representation of myself or possibly like I'm living through someone else's body. I can't even think of a dream I've had where I look and feel exactly like myself. Until now.

So, in this dream, it was dark out and I was being led from some ship to some building by a guy and a girl. I think the girl was a representation of my best friend, but I didn't know her all that well in the dream. The guy was someone I feel like I should know, but he kept changing appearances throughout the dream, but always looked pretty attractive somehow. Anyway, they were basically taking me in because I was apparantly some lone survivor of whatever happened on that ship.

We get in the building (which has all the lights off... I think there was a blackout in the city) and I'm talking with them about random stuff & thanking them for giving me a place to stay when the guy grabs my wrists, holds them behind my back, and with his other hand covers my mouth. The girl tells me just to do as he says and I'll live. They take me to some room and the lights come on again. It's still pretty dimly lit since apparantly this building is an old abandoned hospital. There's this huge cracked mirror over a bunch of cabinetry, a barstool type chair in front of it, another chair in the corner, and a hospital gurney in the center, all of which have seen better days.

So the guy sits me down on the barstool, grabs my hair and pulls it so instead of looking down and trying to avoid him I'm looking directly in the mirror which is where I then realize that in this dream I am actually myself. At this point I'm no longer concerned about what all is going on in the dream but the fact that I look exactly like myself. Same purple streaks in my hair which are faded like I hadn't had a chance to recolor them in a while, four piercings in my left ear and three in my right because the 2nd hole on the right constantly closes up, I even know exactly what clothes I was wearing and I know that in real life I own them and have worn them in that exact combination right on down to the two hair bands I've been wearing on my wrist. If I wasn't wearing my sparkly converse I'd probably have seen the tattoo on my foot as well. (although I was able to realize all this lucidly, evidently I wasn't smart enough to wake myself up before I got tortured.) So, the guy seems to want me to realize that this is really happening, like he knows this kind of dream never happens for me and wants me to see that it's real. he says something to me, but I'm still too in shock to know what it is.

The shock (and lucidity) ends when he hits me. He then pulls my hair so I'm leaning back while the girl force feeds me some sort of weird pink and red pills. I vaguely remember them being shaped like bunnies. Horribly mutilated bloody pink bunnies. Right before the pills knock me out, the guy throws me on the floor, then they both go out in the hall I'm guessing to discuss what all to do with me. I wake up right as they come back in and the guy drags me back to the barstool chair. He then pushes me down on the counter so I'm at eye level with the bottom of the mirror. He finds a scalpel then starts cutting my hair with it. I try to move and he slams my face against the countertop and starts cutting my hair again, this time taking pieces of my scalp with it. Which of course I could feel. Which sucked. A lot. I was basically lucid enough to realize "Holy crap my scalp is being shredded" but not lucid enough to say "Hey. This is bad. Let's not stay asleep." Or perhaps I was just in shock. So he finishes cutting me up and after sitting there staring at the mirror looking at the damage, I basically just fall off the stool. I probably fainted. He picks me up and ties me to the gurney & gags me with some sort of medical tape, then leaves. The girl tells me something along the lines of "I know you won't believe me but this is happening for a reason." So I'm thinking "No. You're just evil and possibly criminally insane." and I attempt to kick her. She then leaves and goes in the opposite direction of the guy.

Once she's gone I manage to work my way out of the restraints and gag and go out in the hall to try to escape. In my attempt to find the exit, I find my way to the morgue, which has one body on a table and the rest in the little drawer things. I notice the body has the same scars from the haircut, along with a whole bunch of other injuries. There's a chart next to the body with a checklist of various forms of torture and her reaction to all of them, starting with the haircut and ending with some other procedure with a time and date of death written next to it right under the word "Dead" written in red capital letters. (I'm guessing they were testing how much abuse a person could take before dying. Or something.)

In possibly the stupidest act ever done lucidly, I run out of the morgue, no, not to the exit like a smart person, but to the freaking room that the guy who just tortured me is in. (partially to find out why this is happening, though for some reason I feel some weird need to see him again.) So I start banging on the door yelling things like "wth is wrong with you?!?" and "what do you want from me?!?" he comes out of the room completely calmly and tells me everythings alright and I need to calm down. Meanwhile, I keep freaking out. The girl gets there and is all "Hey what just happened?" and he tells her I escaped. I attempt to hit him when he looks away from me to talk to her, then he holds me down on the floor while the girl stabs me with some sort of needle, then I wake up.

So, evidently I suck at being lucid, since during my most realistic dream ever, I'm not concerned about self preservation, but about finding out why I got kidnapped.
Another weird thing about this dream is that I was completely awake, then I just wasn't. Like there was no transition between awakeness and being asleep. Which never happens for me. It usually takes me forever to fall asleep.