User blog comment:ShawnCognitionCP/Dreams/@comment-10789912-20161115230222

As blog poster, it would only be fair for me to participate as well.

1. I have frequent lucid dreams. I've used many methods to cause this, which do not succeed a lot of the time, but I'd put it at about one or two lucid dreams a week. Lucid dreams are a fantastic experience that I believe everyone owes themselves. I will not be posting lucid dream stories here, as you control said dreams, taking the point away from the blog post.

2. One dream placed a friend and I locked in a basement with a very hostile behemoth of a man whom was very intent on killing us. He must have been eight feet tall, wore a sack over his head, was armed with some sort of makeshift large blade, which was really just a sharpened piece of metal that was thin enough at the base to use as a sit-in handle. He would let out a guttural roar from beneath the mask as he swung it.

One of us would draw his attention, the other would move and throw something to draw it and take it off of the other; this game of cat-and-mouse carried on for a while. As we kept doing this, the room would get more and more dark over time, until, eventually, it was pitch black.

Then, light came with a burst, and I was no longer locked up. I was standing at the edge of the forest, alone. It was a perfect line. One side was the forest. The other, was a flatland of chest-high grass. I was standing right on the divide. Looking to my right and my left, I noticed that the divide went on as far as I could see. I heard an echo of the guttural roar the behemoth put out, but awoke before I made my choice of running into the trees or the grass.