Fighting a Childhood Nemesis: A Lucid Dream Choice
I dreamed I was fighting a girl I really hated in my childhood. I forget the reason. Originally, I wanted to just stab her to death, but for some reason, I knew it was my dream. I was afraid that if I stabbed someone to death in a dream, I wouldn't be able to resist killing someone in reality later on. In the end, I chose to take a heavy object, wrap it in a cloth bag, and smash her with it. But she copied me and took the exact same thing to hit me. I'm actually really afraid of pain. To avoid being hit by her, I hid, and then I started running. I ran into all kinds of houses. Just as I was about to jump down from upstairs to counterattack, I suddenly realized it was too high; a fall from this height would kill me. So I grabbed the electrical wires with my hands, planning to slide down. But the wires were very rough. Given the height, my hands should have been mangled into a bloody mess. In reality, though, I had never experienced this kind of pain, and my dreaming mind didn't know how this pain was supposed to feel. So I was both scared and confused. It should have hurt so much right then, so why didn't my hands feel anything? And then I just woke up.
