Screaming or howling

(SIDE NOTE: I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN INTO LUCID DREAMING FOR A YEAR NOW! ) Well, I have kind of been absent from this DJ for a while again, but hopefully this time I will really for real be coming back. I keep on saying I am coming back but then stuff comes up, I know Anyway, last night I had a really vivid lucid dream, that, although not very epic, was rather interesting. For one thing, it is the first truly lucid dream I have had in a very long time...one where I actually stopped what I was doing and examined my environment, amazed at how realistic it was, but fully aware that it was all completely non-existent. The dream began as a nightmare-ish experience. I was in my house, but everything was darker than is natural for just being night-time. I could hear screams and the sounds of what I knew would be hideous-looking beasts in the distance. Watching. Waiting. For me. But then I looked down, and saw that I was not myself, either. I was one such creature, with leathery, tar-black skin, and a voice that mutated and sounded creepy when I spoke. Instantly I realized it was all just a dream, and I decided I would get the heck out of there before something attacked and woke me up. Besides, I did not like being an ugly monster anyway . I walked up to the nearest wall and tried to phase through it. Having been a while since my last lucid dream, I did not immediately have enough sense of dream control to move through, but eventually I managed to force my way through the wall and out to the other side, where I suddenly was caught up into a vortex and sucked away from the house into pitch blackness. I was not waking up, however, and I knew it. I was simply moving to another, better place in the dream world. I watched as the leathery black skin peeled away, revealing my 'real' self beneath. My voice returned to normal as well. Next thing I know, I am falling into a large gray box of a building, and it was basically empty to begin with. I tried creating a few things in it, but I was frustrated to find that I could barely control anything. Whatever I changed would erase itself and just fade away to the way it was before. "What is going on here?" I asked myself. My answer was approaching fast...literally. My sister flew up overhead, creating things to fill in the space around her as she went. "Oh great!" I called out. "How did I end up in your dream?" She just laughed and kept on flying. "I do not know, but have fun!" I shook my head and began to fly off, wishing I had a totem like the one in Inception that I could use in other people's dreams. All of a sudden, though, I fell to the ground. "What was that?" I asked my sister, who was still flying around. "I just made a rule." She said. "To fly in my dream, you have to be in a sitting position." "That is stupid! Why did you do that?" "If you are going to be in my dream, I might as well have fun with you." "Yeah. Real funny." I flew off (in a sitting position) and basically just explored the area and talked to the DC's in my sister's dream. It was interesting to carry on a conversation with DC's that were not from my own subconscious. They spoke very differently than I am used to having DC's speak, and often did not make any sense to me at all. In spite of minor annoyances it was an enjoyable night, overall. Plus I think I have got something going with MILD now, so hopefully my lucids should return to being much more frequent.