Hi everyone. I had this dream on the 26th IIRC. It was totally nuts.
The dream starts in a cottage type room with a group of young people around a table, perhaps a communal living situation. I became lucid and realized I was dreaming. I looked at the group and asked "are you guys just parts of myself?". As usual for lucid dreams, once you are aware others in the dream just seem to go full autopilot mechanical and not do anything interesting. They behaved as if they weren't concerned about my question at all. After a pause, one of them calmly said "no", shook his head without a hint of uncertainty or concern. I was watching with intense interest, and was apprehensive of his answer. I said "I think the truth is more interesting". I was thinking more about his answer and what I would have considered the correct answer, how they are both probably not entirely correct.
I turned and found myself in the kitchen with a lady smiling at me serenely. Then she pulled out a big knife and attacked me with a demented smile. At this point I did something that I have not yet done in a lucid dream. I recognized that I was in a dream and could not be hurt. So I did block her attack but my intention was to stop the drama. I only succeeded in waking up, the feeling of not fearing the illusion stayed with me and I quickly fell back asleep.
Then I was walking through a cavern type area, perhaps an exhibit or tourist attraction of some sort. I was lucid, but decided I wanted to explore rather than try to ask people questions, as I rarely get much of a response. I walked into another part of the cave where a man pulled out a small knife and attacked me. This dream I am not entirely sure about, the details are more fuzzy. It ended there.
Next I am in a place similar to my room. "voldemort" bursts in, grabs me by the neck and pins me down on the bed. I'm shocked, but I still know it's only a dream. Based on experience I didn't know how to change what is happening, so I just pretty much let it happen, giving a sort of internal sigh as I felt the knife go in the left side of my neck, then the right side, and the warm stuff come out. "Voldemort" in this case, had curly blonde locks.
After this I was in my room working on something, there was another lady with me working at her desk. A cat got in the room and nearly killed me. So we spent the last of the dream barricading the hole in the door so the cat wouldn't get in again.
The way this dream was going I almost expect in my next dream to meet the Architect, where we have a short, interesting conversation, then he pulls out a knife and kills me. I had the feeling that getting attacked was somehow related to being lucid and what I did at the beginning. And I also feel somehow that the following attacks occurred because of how I responded to the first attack.
I guess this is sort of a theme in my recent dreams. In one of my earlier dreams I asked my mother if she was going to tell me I was dreaming. She displayed a feeling of defeat and veiled exasperation in her body language as she was facing away from me, and she said "yes", but I knew the answer was no. Maybe that is unreasonable to ask of her anyways.
The dream starts in a cottage type room with a group of young people around a table, perhaps a communal living situation. I became lucid and realized I was dreaming. I looked at the group and asked "are you guys just parts of myself?". As usual for lucid dreams, once you are aware others in the dream just seem to go full autopilot mechanical and not do anything interesting. They behaved as if they weren't concerned about my question at all. After a pause, one of them calmly said "no", shook his head without a hint of uncertainty or concern. I was watching with intense interest, and was apprehensive of his answer. I said "I think the truth is more interesting". I was thinking more about his answer and what I would have considered the correct answer, how they are both probably not entirely correct.
I turned and found myself in the kitchen with a lady smiling at me serenely. Then she pulled out a big knife and attacked me with a demented smile. At this point I did something that I have not yet done in a lucid dream. I recognized that I was in a dream and could not be hurt. So I did block her attack but my intention was to stop the drama. I only succeeded in waking up, the feeling of not fearing the illusion stayed with me and I quickly fell back asleep.
Then I was walking through a cavern type area, perhaps an exhibit or tourist attraction of some sort. I was lucid, but decided I wanted to explore rather than try to ask people questions, as I rarely get much of a response. I walked into another part of the cave where a man pulled out a small knife and attacked me. This dream I am not entirely sure about, the details are more fuzzy. It ended there.
Next I am in a place similar to my room. "voldemort" bursts in, grabs me by the neck and pins me down on the bed. I'm shocked, but I still know it's only a dream. Based on experience I didn't know how to change what is happening, so I just pretty much let it happen, giving a sort of internal sigh as I felt the knife go in the left side of my neck, then the right side, and the warm stuff come out. "Voldemort" in this case, had curly blonde locks.
After this I was in my room working on something, there was another lady with me working at her desk. A cat got in the room and nearly killed me. So we spent the last of the dream barricading the hole in the door so the cat wouldn't get in again.
The way this dream was going I almost expect in my next dream to meet the Architect, where we have a short, interesting conversation, then he pulls out a knife and kills me. I had the feeling that getting attacked was somehow related to being lucid and what I did at the beginning. And I also feel somehow that the following attacks occurred because of how I responded to the first attack.
I guess this is sort of a theme in my recent dreams. In one of my earlier dreams I asked my mother if she was going to tell me I was dreaming. She displayed a feeling of defeat and veiled exasperation in her body language as she was facing away from me, and she said "yes", but I knew the answer was no. Maybe that is unreasonable to ask of her anyways.