Screaming or howling

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) I meet <PERSON> at some place and we do some dream stuff together. Soon we feel hots for each other and he grabs me from behind, sliding his hands down my bosom and into my pants. At some point I am naked from my waist down and I have my underwear hanging on an ankle. Someone accuses us of indecent exposure. That is when I notice we are on a bus full of people. LOL But I do not feel embarrassed, because I am semi-aware that I am dreaming. I am now outside the bus and Evangelion evaporates. The ground is covered in snow and there is guys sliding vertiginously on tobogans and snowboards. I decide to follow them just sliding with my body through the snow. The speed makes me dizzy and I get confused for a while. I do not know exactly how, but I end up on some room and I feel Riverstone's presence. I have a vague sensation of seeing him entering and exiting through a door on this room. Slowly I force myself to recover awareness and I get fully lucid. There is a mirror on the wall. I remember having read during the day an article about a meditation technique - considered a bit dangerous (I then wondered why) - consisting on staring at your own image reflected on a mirror and I decide to practice it on the dream. As expected, my face soon starts to disfigure, becomes monstrous and I realize the danger is in becoming so frightened that I can go mad. I feel the fear growing inside me and, to fight it, I decide to embrace the monsters in me. I stare at the mirror with my eyes wide open until they become so large and red and evil. I scream at the top of my lungs to the mirror and a long viper tongue comes out of my mouth. My hair spreads out in the air and I look horribly demonic. It is hard not to die of fear of myself! I decide it is enough of this exercise and I recall that Riverston'e was around. Where is he now? The room is empty and I see 3 doors. I decide to go look for him, using a door as a portal. I chose the one closer to me and open it. It is a dark room and it takes me a while to see anything inside it. When I finally see something, it is full of zombies! They are lethargically lying on the floor, or leaning against the walls, but when they see me, they all get up to try to catch me. I try not to panic and simply go back through the same door, calmly. Unfortunately I do not return to the point of departure. I am now in a post-apocalyptic dream scenario, in an underground complex full of zombies. Shit. I have a slight awareness that it is my fault and I make a mental note to self, not to go about exploring the dream world after unleashing my own demons. I do not feel enough strength to get out of there or make them disappear. I just run and climb stairs and try to find an exit. They are everywhere. Then I figure I can climb walls like <PERSON> (first time I try), which the zombies cannot do and that is how I manage to reach the upper level of this building, unharmed. I find a grid leading to the outside at the ground level. There is green grass, blue sky and policemen controlling the entrance to the zombie underground. It all seems like a metaphor for the dark vs. light places of my mind. (...)