Scary things in dreams? A solution has been found!
In that odd way, I love those dreams. Those dreams where you go into a room or into an area, and you just get this increasing feeling of fear, of dread, shivers running up your spine and your hairs standing on end, a prelude to something terrifying which will rip you out of your sleep into a scared wakefulness.
Mind you, it's not fun at the time admittedly.
However, my dream-self appears to have found a way to not only beat this fear, but to make use of it.
The other night, I was having a brilliant dream. I'd gone back "home", where in this case home was a monsterous old rickety house, think of those tall looming buildings from many classic horror movies, out in the middle of nowhere, a labyrinth of rooms. Exciting to those with childlike curiosity and a lust for exploration when not interrupted by others.
So I'd murmered the requisite hello's to my parents in this dream, and just wandered around the house, sucking up the nostalgia (I actually believe I've been in this house in previous dreams, thus the familiarity that was present), when I eventually came into a room where the feeling began.
Oh the sensation. That subtle sense that the room was cooling, the shadows deepening. That a malicious presence was forming somewhere within, my body wishing to flee but the power of a dream going wrong forcing me to not just stay, but wander in further.
When amazingly, something kicked in, and I turned it around.
I started masturbating. In the dream, in this room.
I think I want to try it in real life now, to whip it out when in a situation where you're fearing for your life, scared of what you can't see. Because by goodness, what I could remember of that dream, the stimulation of that horror just made it all the more pleasurable.
Fascinating really. A damn shame it was ruined by my father coming into the room, resulting in me having to end the enjoyment before seeing it all the way through (Though I suspect possibly saving myself from wet sheets in the waking life).
I've never been able to lucid dream, or at least not that I can remember, but if I ever manage to, I believe I shall have to try that.
Dreams. How I wish I could immerse myself into so many more.
Mind you, it's not fun at the time admittedly.
However, my dream-self appears to have found a way to not only beat this fear, but to make use of it.
The other night, I was having a brilliant dream. I'd gone back "home", where in this case home was a monsterous old rickety house, think of those tall looming buildings from many classic horror movies, out in the middle of nowhere, a labyrinth of rooms. Exciting to those with childlike curiosity and a lust for exploration when not interrupted by others.
So I'd murmered the requisite hello's to my parents in this dream, and just wandered around the house, sucking up the nostalgia (I actually believe I've been in this house in previous dreams, thus the familiarity that was present), when I eventually came into a room where the feeling began.
Oh the sensation. That subtle sense that the room was cooling, the shadows deepening. That a malicious presence was forming somewhere within, my body wishing to flee but the power of a dream going wrong forcing me to not just stay, but wander in further.
When amazingly, something kicked in, and I turned it around.
I started masturbating. In the dream, in this room.
I think I want to try it in real life now, to whip it out when in a situation where you're fearing for your life, scared of what you can't see. Because by goodness, what I could remember of that dream, the stimulation of that horror just made it all the more pleasurable.
Fascinating really. A damn shame it was ruined by my father coming into the room, resulting in me having to end the enjoyment before seeing it all the way through (Though I suspect possibly saving myself from wet sheets in the waking life).
I've never been able to lucid dream, or at least not that I can remember, but if I ever manage to, I believe I shall have to try that.
Dreams. How I wish I could immerse myself into so many more.