Tournament jousting arms

My dreams have become more intense. More frequently I have been able to snap myself into a lucid dreaming mode. And I have come to take full advantage of my time spent in this astral dreaming plane. I couldn't be more excited about it.

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My dream the other night was of aliens coming down from the sky. Big alien bug-like creatures with armoured sections. Their arms were shaped like two long conical tournament jousting weapons on each elbow.

My family and friends, along with other random people from my childhood past, seemed to be the target of the aliens falling from the sky and landing with a giant thud on the ground.

It wasn't very long into the dream when I realized amidst all the running from building to building with a small group of people, that this world was most definitely not real. Therefore meaning I was in a dream. I walked confidently towards the aliens, with the people behind me hiding behind fences, bushes, and construction equipment. I was not scared of them, and them not without a lack of trying to scare me.

Three quarters of the distance towards them I stopped walking. Got on my knees, still facing them. And then I bowed forward, as they came rushing directly towards us. The first alien, getting near, stopped beside me. I wasn't attempting to be invisible. What I was doing was a sign of respect, and I was succumbing to them.

An alien stopped, its full attention on me. It took its jousting-arm and placed the point of it on my back, along by spine, a couple inches below my neck. As soon as contact between me and it was made, it instantly communicated with me. It lasted about three seconds. I knew from here on, none of the aliens would see me as a threat.

These were the first few moments where I confronted the overlying issue of the dream, so that I could deal with it properly and move on to more interesting dream choices. With the alien invasion behind me and everything hectic now calm, I got down and put my face at ground level, taking in the spectacular detail that was the grass. It seemed, as I turned a 360, that the world had varying levels of surrealism depending on where I looked.

I walked towards downtown, finding myself entering a tall building. Several stories up, I found two old friends of mine. In this dream world, I was able to remind myself that their behaviour toward me was completely false, as told to me by subconscious. The entire time in their "presence" I was aware how this was not the real them.
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So slowly am I able to affect the outcome. One dream at a time.
I feel that my subconscious creates certain scenarios to place me into once I fully submerse myself into sleep. And in those scenarios I either learn to cope with it, or remind myself to do so in the real world.