The weirdest thing was that the nested dream was a lucid one, and I lost lucidity when I woke up. I can try to remember the whole dream.
I'm helping my brother carrying some wood to the house of a friend of his, in a bycicle. My friend's dad tells us to go away after I crash my bike onto his house's wall, we go home and to our room, my bed is next to his. He sits on his bed and starts doing something on a laptop, I play guitar on my bed until I get bored and leave the guitar aside so I can take a nap. In this dream I have a very big (~30 cm diameter) blue dream catcher.>layer 2
I'm working as IT in the highschool I went to, go from class to class fixing stuff for the teachers. They are cool, but the kids look wicked, like they're from Children of the Damned. I'm in a room with one particularly friendly teacher, she opens the door for me as I leave but she freezes when she looks out, she's scared, tells me to not go out because the principal is coming this way. I don't fear the principal so I go out and start walking down the hall, the principal is walking this way, in front of me, she's Lucy Liu. I realize it's a lucid dream, start looking around, touching the walls (they're white panels, some have fallen out like in that Portal game). I was a little anxious about Lucy Liu because she was an evil character, but as I'm lucid I'm certain she won't do anything bad to me because it's my dream. As she walks past me she looks at me and grins, in that moment my testicles start hurting like I'm being beaten it hurts to the point that I decide I have to wake up, as much as I liked it to have a lucid dream.>layer 1
Wake up in pain, through the window near my feet I see someone with a hoodie stepping away from the window and walking away, it's dark so I can't see who he was but he was the one hitting me. My brother is still using his laptop and I ask him about the guy on the window, he says he didn't see anything. I go help my mom with the laundry and she hints that my bro could know something about the guy with the hoodie. I go back to my room, ask him again and he tells me that he stole money from a friend of his, the one I gave the wood some time ago. I talk to this guy, at his home I think, and he tells me that he hit me in my sleep because he was angry at my brother for stealing from him.
When I woke back to layer 1 I didn't even realize I had had a lucid dream.>>2380>I think I have free will, but I do things wouldn't do, if I was really conscious
This happened to me too, It feels like my brain is trying to make me feel like my efforts to have lucid dreams are being fruitful, without actually having a lucid one.>>2554>Shit, what if the neighbours see me?
I have felt this too, some sort of shame of flying in public. Once I thought "what if I come across someone I know and they see me flying? Oh, I'll just explain to them that I'm dreaming" but didn't go lucid from that thought.>>2786
That's interesting, can you guess a reason for that to happen? Was it the music, the pillow, something else?