It is that when I experience nightmares, as I often confront, that I am aware of them as nightmares although not aware of them as dreams and that this lucidity in an altered sense is part of how I insulate myself against the reimagined events or those elaborated upon. There is no small part of me that recognizes the situation and spurs me to combat it, to resist it; to feel nothing as fear and to press forward. However, I live them out as though they were happening in reality, and when I press through them, I seem to walk back into the waking world. Imagine, for a moment, coming back to reality by progressing through these things, only to realize that one [i]is[/i] back in reality again and that all of it was just involuntarily imagined. I confess that at least these nightmares are creative and intricate each time, no matter how iterative they are.