I had a dream,
it was a lucid dream.
A lucid dream is a dream in which the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming and can control the dream's content.
I was walking aside a road while I realised that it was a dream. The 'realisation of dream' had happened to me several times, so I was familiar with what I wanted to do.
I saw a friend of mine. He was about same height as me, his face was blurry and I couldn't see it clearly. But for some reason he was my friend. He saw me and stepped towards me. He wanted to talk about something.
My brain formes an interesting thought.
I approached him and before he could say anything, I said : "You are not real"
Several memories occurred in my consciousness about the results of things happened after questioning the characters.
Before I could do anything,
he muttered : "Oh, real, are you?"
My thoughts clashed, my friend rushed close to me. He then choked me with his hands, his hands coiling around my neck strangling it hard. I fought back, I punched him multiple times. No matter how I struggled I couldn't remove his hands neither could I wake up.
I punched him again and again, I kicked his knees and scratched him but I couldn't do anything to him.
I slapped myself instead of him so I can wake up due to the pain, yet I couldn't wake up.
I had a thought: "Will I ever wake up?"
The one option that seemed for me to wake up was to die in the dream. A thought appeared in my brain : "Will I really wake up if I die here?"
Next moment, I saw a chair. It was a totally different place. I was lying on the ground beside the chair on a corner of a hall. I said in my head : "I finally woke up"
I realised it was afternoon but it was dark in the hall. More like my eyes couldn't fully open, I couldn't control them totally. I was unable to see the opposite corner of the hall.
I tried to scream but a single word had not came out of my mouth. I tried to lift my body but I was numb. I tried to see the other corner again but the darkness didn't let me.
I was scared. I screamed again in my head. My eyes looked at that corner again. I did it again and again but not a single thing happened.
The next second, I saw a fan rotating on the top of a room, I was lying on the bed with my head facing upwards. I was able to sit after several tries.
I again had a realisation, the latter was a dream too. It was too realistic to be a dream but there was no other explanation. This meant I dreamed inside of another dream.
I had many questions about it yet I was already alone in the room with no one to answer.
It was the the first time I had a dream in a dream, but not the last.