Screaming or howling

Same old story with the recall, only fragments. I guess being biphasic at the moment is capping the limit of my recall. I am staying asleep so short times that proper long dreams cannot form. According to my Zeo Sleep Monitor my longest REM-periods happen a little bit after five hours, so it is no wonder that I am not reaching my best with 3-4 hours at a time. I will still keep this up, we will see if it improves once I get more used to it. In the meanwhile let us check back to one fucked up dream I had a while back. One that proves that being lucid and having a nightmare are not exclusive. Killing My Mom Date: July 27th, 2009 Lucid: Yes Method: DILD I do not remember what triggered the lucidity, but after confirming it with reality check I was semi-excited. I had read bunch of stuff back then about grounding the lucidity using touch, so I tried licking a screw that I found. I did not notice any change in the quality of the dream. Next I tried to put the living room's light's on as the dream seemed a bit dark. Obviously the lights would not work. I called out my mom to put them on. I mean surely the dream character would manage to put them on? I do not remember what we exactly said to each other, but she did not do it in the end. So I did the next best alternative. I started fucking smashing the lamps into pieces. I guess I am more random when lucid than normally in dreams. Surprisingly that was such a strong stimulation that it strengthened the dream. I think it also got brighter, ironically. My mom got upset about the broken lamps though. This sent the dream into a downward spiral. Her negative emotions (that were actually mine, since this is my dream after all), made me angrier and I started venting it on the furniture, as I knew it was a dream. I do not usually smash the TV like I did then when I am mad. No, really, I do not do that shit. So anyway mom started screaming at me for such behavior and I did not want to hear that shit. I went to my brother's room. There is a big window there. I jumped through the glass to get out. Yeah, I sure like destruction. Why take the door, when you can smash yourself through two layers of glass? I ran to the woods next to our house to get away. The atmosphere of the dream had turned into really dark and depressing. I was frightened and conscious of it. I knew that I had to get rid of the fear because I knew that it would affect the dream. Besides, what is there to fear, I knew it was a dream after all! I tried joking around with my mom. I said to her that she is surprisingly agile for such considering how big she is (she is overweight). I guess that is not the best joke to say someone to calm him down in reality, but as it amused me and my mom was just a manifestation of my mind, that could have worked. But it did not. Confrontation was inevitable. The fight was short and I killed my mom with a simple hit on the head. I was relieved, but still thought how fucked up that whole thing was. Relief was only temporary though, as my sis came after me next and she was not happy. I was like "you got to be kidding me?" Do I have to kill my family members one by one in a lucid? That is some fucked up shit right there. I tried to convince her to calm down, but I said the last words aloud in my bed, as I had woken up. Thank Lord.