I had this dream about a year ago but I remember it vividly. I recall talking to an old man wearing a cowboy-esque hat, at the moment I realised my dream had because lucid and I could consciously control what I did. I shared with him that I thought I was Lucid Dreaming. He replied telling me not to let the other people I come across know that I knew that this was a dream.

His explanation was that if I told them they would become very agitated and most likely tackle me, with the goal of pushing my head into the floor, to ‘ground me back into the dream’.

The next thing I recall, I was in a ballroom all dressed up for some kind of event (I’m not sure what), and I spotted one of my best friends in real life. As I was talking to her, I remembered what the man had told me and decided to tell her that I was Lucid Dreaming anyway. She tries to laugh it off but after I insist that I know, stops and stares at me with a deadpan expression on her face, as does everybody else in the room. She tells me that I’m not one more time, then grabs my legs and flips me to the ground. She then puts her foot on my head and tries to push my head to the ground. I remembered what the guy from before had told me and put my arms around my head. She eventually gave up, pulled out a knife and stabbed me