12-30-2014, 12:00 AM
Umm I wouldn't quite call this a lucid dream but it was very vivid and freaked me out enough to make me scared to go back to sleep.
I was in a maze in a game-like setting, and it was so familiar I knew I had played this 'game' before, at least I had the impression that I was part of a game, and a game that I did not particularly want to play like I had done on previous occasions. It was a fun-house, and I felt like a moth being drawn to a flame.
I came to a man standing there - he was the 'first fun obstacle' in the game. I examined him, his eyes changed to reptile eyes for a flash, and it was as if he was trying to pose a riddle to me that I could not quite get - he was trying to get me to 'stay in the game'. I decided to ignore him and try to get around him, but he kept 'snapping me back' to being in front of him, a place I did not want to be.
I resisted and tried to go around him, but he continued to snap me back, at one point I felt as if I were pinned against a wall. I impulsively attempted to ram my fist into his head. He seemed to dodge it and my fist smashed into a mirror. Then this thing seemed to get thoroughly upset with me in repsonse to my impulsive strike, the tone of the dream turned to utter hostility. He very skillfully seemed to parry, check (it was like a really good martial arts move), and 'throw me out', with a hiss I was suddenly awake in my bed.
I didn't want to fall back asleep because I didnt want to see that thing or game anymore. I pulled myself out of bed and did the magical passes for dreaming. I eventually fell back asleep without incident - no further dreams that I can remember.
What creeps me out is this thing seemed familiar, and I have a vague memory of actually 'playing its game' without violence. Only this time I wanted control and didn't want to play someone else's game.
In situations of great stress, as I have trained myself to do, I use death as my advisor here, and the impulsive answer I got back was 'You should just be careful." A little less comforting than usual.
My only insight is this:
In my daily stalking, although it is helping me, I have come to a point where it is discipline versus indulgence. I am confronting social fears with great success, but there is the potential of great social power in a way that caters to my indulgences (which can be grand). Those indulgences could be very dangerous, both in the daily world, and apparently in dreaming when certain entities want me to be in certain places.
In fact it may not be so much about indulgence, but ... certain entities within others are really ticked off about stalking social fear, because that is how they maintain control over people.
Whatever is going on, and although it may actually be dangerous, I feel it is necessary.
I was in a maze in a game-like setting, and it was so familiar I knew I had played this 'game' before, at least I had the impression that I was part of a game, and a game that I did not particularly want to play like I had done on previous occasions. It was a fun-house, and I felt like a moth being drawn to a flame.
I came to a man standing there - he was the 'first fun obstacle' in the game. I examined him, his eyes changed to reptile eyes for a flash, and it was as if he was trying to pose a riddle to me that I could not quite get - he was trying to get me to 'stay in the game'. I decided to ignore him and try to get around him, but he kept 'snapping me back' to being in front of him, a place I did not want to be.
I resisted and tried to go around him, but he continued to snap me back, at one point I felt as if I were pinned against a wall. I impulsively attempted to ram my fist into his head. He seemed to dodge it and my fist smashed into a mirror. Then this thing seemed to get thoroughly upset with me in repsonse to my impulsive strike, the tone of the dream turned to utter hostility. He very skillfully seemed to parry, check (it was like a really good martial arts move), and 'throw me out', with a hiss I was suddenly awake in my bed.
I didn't want to fall back asleep because I didnt want to see that thing or game anymore. I pulled myself out of bed and did the magical passes for dreaming. I eventually fell back asleep without incident - no further dreams that I can remember.
What creeps me out is this thing seemed familiar, and I have a vague memory of actually 'playing its game' without violence. Only this time I wanted control and didn't want to play someone else's game.
In situations of great stress, as I have trained myself to do, I use death as my advisor here, and the impulsive answer I got back was 'You should just be careful." A little less comforting than usual.
My only insight is this:
In my daily stalking, although it is helping me, I have come to a point where it is discipline versus indulgence. I am confronting social fears with great success, but there is the potential of great social power in a way that caters to my indulgences (which can be grand). Those indulgences could be very dangerous, both in the daily world, and apparently in dreaming when certain entities want me to be in certain places.
In fact it may not be so much about indulgence, but ... certain entities within others are really ticked off about stalking social fear, because that is how they maintain control over people.
Whatever is going on, and although it may actually be dangerous, I feel it is necessary.