I used to have nightmares. I had died from falling, been injected with deadly painful poison, been shot up by various kinds of projectiles, or simply kept runn

I used to have nightmares. I had died from falling, been injected with deadly painful poison, been shot up by various kinds of projectiles, or simply kept running. I built up a certain confidence in my waking life and my dream life where, rather than run from or be taken out by the enemy, I eagerly hunted them instead when they manifested. I tackle problems head-on and face danger boldly. In the dreamworld, in spite of the initial spark of fear, it is enough that I suddenly start doing the extraordinary, be it shrugging off bullets and lasers, becoming immune to poison, or sending out waves of power to overcome my foes. I once stopped an elevator from crashing on the ground while I was in it (that situation required a replay because something in me did not like how it ended when I started to escape to the waking world). After the first time I turned a situation around, it became easier. In a way, you could compare my attitude/behavior change to the light switch and watch check; it just became a part of my psyche to defy the darkness. I do not bother to actively control the dream, though: I just respond in kind to the events and take as much control as I need in order to succeed. Once success is met, the dream usually changes, and I am adrift again. "Well, we didn't get him this time..."