Lucid Dream Characters

Date: 2/9/2022

I remember being at a concert where Lil Uzi and Kanye were performing. Somehow I ended up on stage with a mic but it wouldn't work. So I was just standing there embarrassed. I tried to power through it but I couldn't. So many eyes in the dark crowd. I had to flee. I got off stage and tried hiding in the crowd. It didn't work too well so I decided to leave the whole place. When I finally left I realized I miraculously ended up at my old school. I knew I had to have been dreaming. I walked around to test the waters, see how deep I was in sleep. Overall, everything was quite vivid and I surely didn't feel like I was going to wake up. I only walked the halls for a few second and all I could see were my old teachers. Everyone was silent. Kind of creepy but I couldn't help but notice the detail. At some point I was face to face with my old history teacher. The wrinkles and the hair of his moustache were all too realistic. I had to do another reality check just to make sure I wasn't ACTUALLY being weird. Creeped out a bit I decided to go elsewhere. I went up stairs with the intention that I'll land some place new when I get there. It half-worked. The architecture of the building remained but I was in at school anymore. It was one large room with wall-to-wall windows. There was maybe a dozen people there and they were all strangers to me. It looked like an office party. Everyone was "socializing" in groups but again, non of these dream characters spoke or moved much if at all. They just stared into each other's eyes like wax figures. Some of them looked at me with hollow expressions when I spoke but most ignored me. Things took a left when I decided to be a creep. My track record for intimate lucid experiences have been terrible so far but I wanted to give it another go. I scouted the room once more like demented hyena, but again everyone there were just mute wax figures. I tried to dream up someone, or rather anyone at this point, hoping they'd walk in the room at any moment to share a passionate encounter. Nothing happened. I tried again but I suddenly felt like I was beginning to wake up. I recollected my focus and decided to work with what I had. At this point I was a bit frustrated and scared I'd lose lucidity or wake up. So I grabbed the closest person to have fun with. The woman in question was much older than I was, very tan with dark hair, and a bit on the plus side. I didn't mind. Afterall, beggars can't be choosers and I was worse than a beggar, I was fiendish. I took her over to the counter and slid her pants off. No response of any kind, so I took my pants off as well. And oh boy I ready to go. Notably, she bent over the counter for me which was nice. I took it slow to fully test the limits of my dream but I was disappointed. Everything felt about right but there was no pleasure. Everything from the warmth to the embrace was on point but overall it felt like nothing. I even tried different angles but it was still missing that feeling of ecstasy. I was ready to stop at this point but as a last ditch effort I turned her around one last time to face me. I don't know why my brain decided to fuck with me at that moment but something was different. Turns out the wax figure chose to become sentient. No longer deadpan, the lady straight looked into my soul with somber eyes. I could almost see tears but it was quickly overshadowed as soon as she spoke. In a very expressive tone she said stop. Just that one word, stop. I was left speechless. I slowly backed away trying to remind myself I'm still dreaming. ----- Overcome by shame and guilt, I was loosing lucidity and I tried to change the setting before I could wake up. Fortunately I remained in the dream a bit longer but I was not lucid anymore. It was a different dream about agriculture in developing countries.