A room was located in a double-decker building. I was standing at the window of the second-storey and looking out at the view. “The enemy is upon us!”, one of my friends shouted. The guys fluttered about the room anxiously. “Call the cops!“, I said but felt like I was mocked with false hopes. The playgroud in front of our building was quickly filling with “enemies” appearing out of nowhere. I smelt trouble.
A senseless brute caught my eye. There was an evil grin on his face. I took an aversion to him at once. I had shivers running up and down my spine.
The police were soon on the scene. They rushed to the attack and for a moment I regained the presence of my mind, but that was just a preamble of a bloody mess. The cops didn’t seem to be able to defeat the enemy. They moved about in a random way making no resistance. I was beginning to think that they lost the plot. It felt like the cops arrived there just to be killed by those monsters. They were dying with hardly a struggle. I was all mussed up.
A nervous moment for us all.
“You are next”, he shouted. And once again I recoiled from the sight of his evil grin. I was afraid for my friends whose hopes I was not able to sustain anymore.
“They are gonna kill us!”, I heard the voice touched with emotion from the next room. My friend who was standing by my side wore a troubled look. And we had every reason to believe in the worst. Our enemies could easily get their hands on us. Nobody stood in their way.
I could make neither head nor tail of that nightmare. “What’s going on? Maybe, we should call another cops?“, my friend suggested. I looked down towards the playgroud… The cops were killed to a man. I saw that evil grin again. And…omg…to my unspeakable horror I realized that he never took his eyes off me. But why?
We felt like they were going to run upstairs and kill us at any moment. The enemies menaced us with guns, but I thought to myself “what are they waiting for? It felt like their goal was to kill us in a psychological way, as if they wanted to see how long we could keep our self-control. It was a kind of mental violence.
He stepped up to a breathless corpse and beheaded it with a dagger. I was filled with horror at the sight of the inhumane act. He had the crust to look me in the eyeball without a blink. There was triumph in his eye. I knew what he was going to do next. I read his thoughts. Those were the thoughts of a madman.
I was able to step aside. I could close the window but it was impossible because he broke out a pane. I wondered why I let him do that towards me. I looked straight into his eyes, and even when he threw the severed head up in the air I didn’t step aside. I realized the “performance” was meant for me. I took a load off my feet but at the moment my whole body felt the “touch” of the severed head. I shuddered with disgust. But I found the courage to draw myself up and look out of the window.
He wanted me to tremble with fear, but my fear was gradually merged in curiosity. I thought to myself “what next, man?”.
I had to close down the window of vulnerability.
It was my first “serious” lucid dream I had like 6 years ago. I think that I will never forget the emotions I experienced that night. I woke up in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding with anxiety. I realized that it was much more than just a dream. I threw down a challenge to my inner fears of the period I was living through at the time. But a feeling of aversion turned out to be stronger than a sensation of fear. The severed head on my back made me creep all over. The aversion I had didn’t leave me for a while.
But I wonder whether it was about my disgust towards the head on my back or towards him?