Hey, first time poster here.

I first experienced lucid dreaming about 5 years ago, but never realized it was something that people tried to achieve. Well, I found this forum a few months back and read a little, and was interested. Most interesting to me is the possibility of actually talking to your subconscious while asleep. I always kept that in mind.

I'm posting now to see if anyone can figure out what happened to me last night while asleep:

So I was standing in a room talking to someone, (pretty generic) when I looked at my hand, saw six fingers, and realized I was dreaming. Immediately I thought "oh, spin" and started spinning. I guess it worked to keep me lucid, but not exactly in control of things.

My next thought was, "hmm apparently I can talk to my subconscious here." So I said, "Okay subconscious, let's talk." This is where it got creepy.

I looked around the room and there were a bunch of people there, and somehow I knew that they all represented my subconscious mind. I was trying to be amiable, but they were all looking at me. None talked, they just stared at me...hatefully. I started to back up, and they began to follow me, reaching out.

During this time I started to feel an intense and overwhelming sense of fear and just wanted to wake up. I was trying to wake up and couldn't, which is strange. In my previous lucid dreams I could never stay asleep. I was willing myself to wake up. And I swear to you for an instant my eyes opened in real life because I glimpsed the ceiling of my bedroom. But immediately I was back in the dream and being grabbed by these figures. It sounds lame but this was actually quite terrifying at the time.

I backed up out of a doorway, with their hands still clinging to my shirt. Then I started spinning again to get rid of them.

Finally, after willing myself to wake up hard enough, I was in my bedroom. And I could still hear the voice of the original person I had talked to, sort of garbled and indistinguishable. And the fear was still there.

Then there was a sort of snap and I woke up again, this time for real.

My first lucid dream in a long time and it scared the hell out of me. And fuck, maybe I'm actually a psychopath. Does my subconscious mind hate me?