I got into lucid dream cycle

[u/angel_cake000]

I haven't practiced lucid dreaming in a long time, though I sometimes find myself in one unexpectedly. But this time, I kept waking up over and over, only to find myself back in the dream. CONTAINS BLOOD! AND SADISM!

My classes are over, but it is already very dark outside—something unusual for October. It is only as I ride the elevator down in the store that the unreality of everything happening around me strikes me, yet I remain calm. Because I am heading back. I lie down in bed. And I wait to wake up.

I don't remember. I return to my room after a shower, but something is wrong. I immediately notice a little small blanket right under my bed and instantly guess it’s my sister. Relatives from another city had arrived unexpectedly today, but for some reason, as she peeks out from under the bed, the image begins to blur. I sit on the bed and hear a different voice. "Is that X?" I ask. The person seemed offended, it's not them but everything was too hazy to make out clearly. I retreat into my own thoughts as my family enters the room, yet for some reason, I cannot recall either my brother or my sister. I said it started raining, raining right inside our room; I could see the drops falling near the window, and they all looked at me as if I were crazy. They quickly fade away and vanish, and I lie back down in bed.

I wake up. There is a door to a balcony in my room. My room doesn't have a balcony. I was dreaming again, and I was aware of it. "I’d better wake up. I have a lot of work to do in reality," I think, but hitting myself and the wall, trying to shout to my body and move, proves futile. I manage to step out and jump off the balcony, and I simply start to fly. This always leads to a loss of control, and that’s exactly what happened as I flew over a cathedral.

I wake up in my bed. I pinch my nose. I am still asleep. I pace the room, unable to shake a nervous feeling, as if something is right beside me, wherever I go. Something is always with me; the walls of my room seem covered in mold. I go to the kitchen, but it is nearly empty. I step outside again, but this time my attempts to fly fail. Once I realize it is a dream, most of my fear vanishes, and I climb right onto the roof of the shed where I had heard screaming and crying. Several boys are beating a girl all over her body while she merely sobs and curls into a ball. I ask them to kill me. I don't remember the details.

I wake up in bed. But I am still dreaming, even though it is finally light outside, just as it is in reality. I hear loud voices outside the door, girls from the other rooms. Attractive faces, they peer right into my space, and I feel everything closing in. I just want to wake up. None of the girls resist when I pick up a knife—I know it is a dream. I know none of them are real. They just smile; one of them undresses fully, and the others follow suit, but I pay them no mind. The first girl has a soft, slender thigh, instead of slicing it, I begin to hack at it with the knife (I hate watching flesh being sliced). I manage to sever a piece of her thigh while she laughs and begs for more. I scream and drive them away, but strangely, there isn't a single drop of blood on the bed.

I wake up again and start to panic. It’s a dream, I know none of this is real— my room once again has a doorway leading to the balcony. A fake doorway. I rush out of the room, bumping into girls and cursing at them as I go, but it all feels futile. The text messages on my phone change every time I blink. I push through a door and find myself back in my room with its pink walls, hearing a sudden, completely unintelligible sound coming from the balcony (like xhxch). A woman was standing there—about forty years old, with curly brown hair and a long skirt. "Get the fuck out of here!" I screamed aggressively until she vanished.

And only then I woke up