I started a similar thread just yesterday. Here's an extract from the OP:
I was in my house, with all my family members. The dream revolved around me being suspicious about it being a dream, and my parents and my brother trying to stop me. They would insist that I wasn't dreaming, but I kept convincing myself I was.
They even resorted to trying to get me into a nightmare: my mom said "You DO know what happens when you realize you're lucid dreaming, right?", and while she said it everything went black and white, started distorting and melting and being sucked into a vortex for an instant. This battle went on for ages, with me asking questions continually, when finally I had the intuition of looking at my hands. One of them had 6 fingers, so I definitely knew I was dreaming then. At that point, they seemed to have accepted it.
So, yeah. This was my first proper lucid dream. I'll try again tonight; I'll keep repeating to myself the fundamental truth, that they don't exist, and their behaviour is simply a projection of my mind, and therefore I can change how they act. I'll report tomorrow and if I have no luck lucid dreaming, I'll report the results when I do.
But man, I didn't think my DCs would go as far as turning the dream into a nightmare. And sadly my mom is, too, a crazy bitch. In a previous part of the dream she gave me a handgun and forced me to shoot a plate of spaghetti; once these exploded in a red saucy mess, she told me, "That's what's going to happen to your BRAIN if you don't SHUT UP". I wasted all the shots so she couldn't shoot me anymore, and she simply went in the basement. My brother yelled after her, "Are you going to get the magnum?".
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