Her eyes are the surface of a lake in a murky bleak night, ominously dark with a tinge of haunted glow, and devoid of emotions yet emanating a disturbing eeriness. Her pallid lips curl up in a queer manner, a smile so ghastly like the one Satan dons. She stands in front of my bed, watching me, irritating me, and is on the verge of tearing me apart. It must be quite courageous of me to be somewhat composed when witnessing such a scene, for it is my very first time entering a lucid dream world. Lucid dream literally mean that one knows it is a dream and one can possibly manipulate imaginary experiences. Instilling the perception that I am in a dream and no matter how real things seem to be, I must not be plagued by fear which forces me to meet my Waterloo in this adventurous experience.
The setting of this world altered instantly. It is no longer my room but a grand theatre, decorated with extravagant marble friezes, columns, and vast statuary. Above me hangs an elaborate chandelier; I stand at the stalls of the seating section separated from the stage by the proscenium arch, and am just about to sit down when the images switched over to a spooky dark forest.
An immediate piercing wind gives me a ghostly chill, a feeling of icy fingers touching my spine. It is at dusk which demands daylight; the scattered light from the sun penetrating through the cloud and mist slowly diminishes, and the moon soon becomes the only light source. Trees look like shadows of the unknown wait for the right moment to jump out and grab me, and the leaves shiver in the breeze creating haunting whispers. My heart is pounding so hard that it feels as if it is going to break out of my ribcage when a sudden bloom of cold runs across my body.
Simultaneously, I am pulled into a tunnel of colored lights racing at great speed and before I can pull myself together I am already lying on my bed. For a while I do not know if I am still in my dream world or am back to the reality. Then I feel a finger poking and prodding my face, I turn to see who it is and a sudden magnification of a women's face appears and affrights me to death. It transforms into a hideously shriveled mummy-like creature with bloody eyes and livid rings around them. I shriek in horror and wake up in cold sweats.
The setting of this world altered instantly. It is no longer my room but a grand theatre, decorated with extravagant marble friezes, columns, and vast statuary. Above me hangs an elaborate chandelier; I stand at the stalls of the seating section separated from the stage by the proscenium arch, and am just about to sit down when the images switched over to a spooky dark forest.
An immediate piercing wind gives me a ghostly chill, a feeling of icy fingers touching my spine. It is at dusk which demands daylight; the scattered light from the sun penetrating through the cloud and mist slowly diminishes, and the moon soon becomes the only light source. Trees look like shadows of the unknown wait for the right moment to jump out and grab me, and the leaves shiver in the breeze creating haunting whispers. My heart is pounding so hard that it feels as if it is going to break out of my ribcage when a sudden bloom of cold runs across my body.
Simultaneously, I am pulled into a tunnel of colored lights racing at great speed and before I can pull myself together I am already lying on my bed. For a while I do not know if I am still in my dream world or am back to the reality. Then I feel a finger poking and prodding my face, I turn to see who it is and a sudden magnification of a women's face appears and affrights me to death. It transforms into a hideously shriveled mummy-like creature with bloody eyes and livid rings around them. I shriek in horror and wake up in cold sweats.
