Have lucid dreams quite often lately, but don’t seem to have total control of the dream at all. I know perfectly that I’m dreaming, but choose to go along with the dream story. Go around and mock dream people who are trying to attack me. And then forget I am dreaming, little by little, receding back into some kind of ignorant oblivion.
Realizing that everything is just a dream is a victory, yet what is going on is suddenly too realistic not to take seriously. There is still this fear. Once, tried to prove to myself I am above all that by walking up to a humangous, angry lion, taking his jaws with my bare hands and splitting them open.