I have had some experiences like some of those myself.
There was once when I was at my grandmother's house on a holiday, I don't remember much of the dream myself, only the ending of it. I was at a bus going to a shopping mall I know when I see this really attractive purple-haired girl walking next to the bus stop next to the mall, the next thing I know is that I had lost the bus stop as I watched the girl pass by. I pull the "stop-string" on the bus as fast as I can and I get down from the bus on the next stop, it was a bit far from the mall (I couldn't even see it anymore), but I was ok with that, as long as I could get there fast enough to catch up with the girl, I get on walking on an empty street that simply, was there. There are two kids walking in front of me(diagonally I'd say) when suddently everything in the atmosphere stops and my all my attention is strongly attached to a boy who was walking down the corner, like some 30 steps away, I think it was the corner I was going to turn to get to the mall. The boy was white, I mean, black and white, with black hair, somewhat a bowl-shape haircut. He was wearing a light grey coat, seemed big on him, and then he turned directly to me as his eyes and his mouth had turned into what I can call deep, dark holes that would lead to the abyssal existence of whatever was that boy. It wasn't the first time I had met freaky spirit-like entities, I think my mind got some sort of used to it, since almost every dream that I'm not lucid and something like that happens, I get lucid, and I got lucid. I think I pretty much ignored the concept of space and perspective as I trapped that boy in my left hand(I made the move you make when you're going to kill a fly on the table or something like that), closing my hand as soon as I had hit him. I got scared that the boy would try to influence the couple that was walking there (they were still there.) so I grew my own influence stronger over the scenery, then I started to chant something like a spell to turn that boy into something good. (when I face something in my dreams, I usually do it with words.) I think I had put so much strength on it that it was enough to wake me up.(and I really did) When I woke up, I realized my left hand was closed tight, and it was like there was something inside it causing me pain.
Well, next time I went to sleep, I had sleep paralysis between one dream and the next, in which I happily got lucid. I was still on the room I was actually sleeping when a rush of dark sounds and images came through my mind, something like dark rusty jail bars and sounds I can't really recall, and I saw a face like the one the boy had, almost the same one.( I guess it was, only in a different mood lol) Then I felt like whatever was that was going away, so I let it go away. (I was planning to dumping it away from me on my next visit to dreaming since my hand was pretty much in pain and I was kinda tired the whole day.)
I think it was a nice experience and I'm glad that kid is no longer inside my hand.
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