The strange thing about me is that I've only had one lucid dream, but many dreams where I knew I was dreaming. Those were all nightmares, and I (strangely) didn't notice until the end. Not trying to sound dramatic, but they all include the things I find absolutely terrifying, then taken to an extreme. These would be -' - Being outside at night. I get paranoid out there, my mind (which hates me) often makes really disturbing things from this, - Death. Good god, I hate death. Threats, experience, near experience, or merely witness or loved one experiencing. I get these often. - Ghosts, monsters. Unfortunately, the monster is never a dragon (the only monster I like). Monsters were when I was little (my first nightmare, and one of my worst ones was about a monster), now ghosts (20% scarier.... oops, forgot a 0, sorry). - Being alone, or alone with a guy (or guys on a rare occasion) my age. This is usually the case in my strangest (and the scariest) dreams of mine. I don't remember the lucid dream, but I remember the dream that I COULDN'T WAKE UP UNTIL IT LET ME. I hate it when that happens. Is that normal, or am I just weak? I had this dream a few months ago. Oddly, I found it believable, despite the fact that it had me as a boy scout. I left boy scouts a few years ago. We were in this odd house, investigating ghosts. I was talking to the youngest member of the family, who was 4 or 5 years old. It was a bit creepy, and now that I think about it, the boy kinda resembles how I look today. Long blond hair, it was like I was talking to myself. Maybe this dream was hinting at me being insane? Well, we soon left the house to begin a walk to town during the night. I'm a fast walker, but the way the kids in my troop walked... it was like a running speed. I was left back with a friend of mine (who I met irl a year before), Bobby. As we're walking, I turned my head to one of these average suburban houses. What was on the front lawn horrified me, and made this one of my scariest dreams. Ever. It was a deformed, neon white man. He was chained to an abnormally large dog, which was also a neon white. The dog looked almost like a mutilated St. Brenard, and the man didn't look much like anything. He was just plsin mutilated and stretched out of shape. This THING let out a horrible moaning noise. I was frozen with terror. I couldn't wake up for a little bit, but I eventually did. Needless to say, I ran to my mom's room crying.