(Please do not read if you are young or easily scared or don't like violence)
I have had many reoccuring dreams. I used to have such bad nightmares I was taken to guidance counsellors and psychiatrists, all sorts of people. I am glad to say that they have lessened, but I still have two or three dreams that have been repeating every year since I was 6 or 7. They are sort of like challenges to see if I can get through them year after year. (Now, before I continue, I have something to share. I have a weird problem, or possibly a gift, similar to a Divergent, where I can pretty much shape my dreams. I can end them, I can change them to something nice such as a field of flowers, and in all of them, I have the ability to fly. I also have awareness in every dream that I have that is an actual dream, and I have complete memory of evey dream I have ever had. It is a little scary sometimes, because when I think of dreams, millions of memories both good and absolutely terrfiying flood my mind. This dream, along with my yearly dreams, are the only dreams I couldn't and can't control.) This dream was between me and a classmate of mine. It occured two years ago, and lasted for a full night. Me and my classmate entered the classroom together, where our class was enjoying store bought cookies a teacher brought in. She reached for a cookie and so did I. So, when she took the bite, we were teleported to the cockpit of an airplane, where she tied my hands to the steering wheel. Knowing what this was, I tried to shut off my mind. I couldn't. So, I tried to change the image, I thought, sitting in bed, sitting in bed, so I could wake up. That was the first time I ever had to try to wake up, as it usually came naturally when I first asked. She then giggled, and said "You can't escape. You are in hell. What do you think you did?" And that scared the shit out of me. I struggled to free my hands, and that was when I heard the screams. The classmate then became transparent. I heard people on the plane calling loved ones, screaming, crying, praying. It was horrifying and gut wrenching. We hit the ground. I had just driven the plane into a crowd of people, mostly women and preschoolers. You could see the gore, and children trying to wake up fallen parents, and parents trying to wake up their fallen kids. I was in despair. I screamed and screamed, but it did nothing. Then, suddenly, I was back in the classroom, where my classmate was standing with a cookie in her hand. I lunged at it, but she quickly took a bite, once again transporting us into a cockpit, where the dream repeated before finally ending.
This isn't about a character or anything. This is about me, and my problem and terrible experience with Lucid Dreaming. A condition that I still can't fully prevent in myself. It is probably something that will haunt me for a good portion of my life, and this is the first time I have fully shared it with anyone, even my parents and councelors. Sorry for glooming up your day. *Hugs.* :)
I have had many reoccuring dreams. I used to have such bad nightmares I was taken to guidance counsellors and psychiatrists, all sorts of people. I am glad to say that they have lessened, but I still have two or three dreams that have been repeating every year since I was 6 or 7. They are sort of like challenges to see if I can get through them year after year. (Now, before I continue, I have something to share. I have a weird problem, or possibly a gift, similar to a Divergent, where I can pretty much shape my dreams. I can end them, I can change them to something nice such as a field of flowers, and in all of them, I have the ability to fly. I also have awareness in every dream that I have that is an actual dream, and I have complete memory of evey dream I have ever had. It is a little scary sometimes, because when I think of dreams, millions of memories both good and absolutely terrfiying flood my mind. This dream, along with my yearly dreams, are the only dreams I couldn't and can't control.) This dream was between me and a classmate of mine. It occured two years ago, and lasted for a full night. Me and my classmate entered the classroom together, where our class was enjoying store bought cookies a teacher brought in. She reached for a cookie and so did I. So, when she took the bite, we were teleported to the cockpit of an airplane, where she tied my hands to the steering wheel. Knowing what this was, I tried to shut off my mind. I couldn't. So, I tried to change the image, I thought, sitting in bed, sitting in bed, so I could wake up. That was the first time I ever had to try to wake up, as it usually came naturally when I first asked. She then giggled, and said "You can't escape. You are in hell. What do you think you did?" And that scared the shit out of me. I struggled to free my hands, and that was when I heard the screams. The classmate then became transparent. I heard people on the plane calling loved ones, screaming, crying, praying. It was horrifying and gut wrenching. We hit the ground. I had just driven the plane into a crowd of people, mostly women and preschoolers. You could see the gore, and children trying to wake up fallen parents, and parents trying to wake up their fallen kids. I was in despair. I screamed and screamed, but it did nothing. Then, suddenly, I was back in the classroom, where my classmate was standing with a cookie in her hand. I lunged at it, but she quickly took a bite, once again transporting us into a cockpit, where the dream repeated before finally ending.
This isn't about a character or anything. This is about me, and my problem and terrible experience with Lucid Dreaming. A condition that I still can't fully prevent in myself. It is probably something that will haunt me for a good portion of my life, and this is the first time I have fully shared it with anyone, even my parents and councelors. Sorry for glooming up your day. *Hugs.* :)
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