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On Nightmares
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:03 amOut of all of the nightmares I have, the lucid ones are the worst. They always seem so incredibly real because your body is waking up.
Had one this morning before waking. Dreamed I was taking a walk in the middle of the night when accosted by two men, a heavy set bearded overweight man and his stoner companion. He stole my wallet so I held onto his shirt, chasing him into a nearby building. I overpowered him, leaving him a mess on the ground and then for some reason, drew a sword on the other as I dragged him into the fray. Disarmed him of his knife and when the gun came out, I looked at it before counterattacking, the bullet bouncing off my shoulder. In the end I took a huge sum of money from them and ran home, all shook up. After calling the police of the attempted robbery, I finally realized I was having a lucid dream and I woke up, completely shook to pieces.
I dunno what's worse, a dream of zombies or a lucid nightmare like that. So in short, it's 8am, two hours before I usually wake up, and I'm drinking coffee, my hands shaking from the memory.
Dreams suck sometimes.
Had one this morning before waking. Dreamed I was taking a walk in the middle of the night when accosted by two men, a heavy set bearded overweight man and his stoner companion. He stole my wallet so I held onto his shirt, chasing him into a nearby building. I overpowered him, leaving him a mess on the ground and then for some reason, drew a sword on the other as I dragged him into the fray. Disarmed him of his knife and when the gun came out, I looked at it before counterattacking, the bullet bouncing off my shoulder. In the end I took a huge sum of money from them and ran home, all shook up. After calling the police of the attempted robbery, I finally realized I was having a lucid dream and I woke up, completely shook to pieces.
I dunno what's worse, a dream of zombies or a lucid nightmare like that. So in short, it's 8am, two hours before I usually wake up, and I'm drinking coffee, my hands shaking from the memory.
Dreams suck sometimes.
