Worst Nightmare!

I used to have nightmares about a crazy guy with a crossbow breaking into our house, popping all the tires, and shooting up my family & me. That's the most re-occurring one.

However, after experimenting with lucid dreaming almost a year ago, those things that used to be nightmares aren't really that anymore. I go through them with a kind of bemused attitude. Not quite a conscious thought of "this is a dream, wow, how fucked up is my mind?" sort of thing, but I'm never frightened anymore. I don't realize it's a dream (I was able to do that when I was working with lucid dreaming, but it's been awhile), but I guess I somehow realize the circumstances don't really matter. It's some sort of realization between it being real and being a dream.

It's so fucked up I can't intelligently explain it.

Jam it back in, in the dark.