My brain "censored" a demonic scream in my lucid dream, and trying to bypass it almost broke me physically.

​I woke up from a lucid nightmare that drained every drop of energy from my body, and I need to know if any of you have ever experienced anything like this.

​So you should know, I have this natural ability to control my dreams—it's an innate thing that unlocked after one specific dream where I fell from space. Ever since, I can take full control of any dream from the start. This time though, even though I knew I was dreaming from second one, I decided to hide my "admin rights" and just watch where my brain would take me.

​It started in my bedroom. I was on my phone when a global broadcast popped up on my TV announcing a massive "One UI" security update pushed to every Android device, old and new, claiming it would "revive" dead devices. My phone had it too. I opened it and saw a teaser of the new app icons—then the Instagram icon glitched, merging with a geopolitical flag I despise. It looked so absurd I laughed out loud.

​Then the scene shifted hard.

​Suddenly I'm walking into my room like I'd just gotten back from somewhere. My old teacher, Mr. Arthur, is sitting by the door. We greet each other, chat normally. Inside the room are two girls I know: Chloe (sitting on a chair) and Lily (on the bed).

​After some normal talk, Mr. Arthur starts rambling about the "Baccalaureate system" and math, then says: "Just like you were saying the other day about..."

​I never said that. That was my trigger—I knew for certain I was dreaming, and decided to actively take control to figure out what was happening.

​I noticed Chloe looking furious, telling Mr. Arthur to calm down. I remembered Lily had once fainted in a real-life lecture, so I turned to check on her on the bed—but it was empty. I asked Chloe if Lily was the one who had fainted, but she looked confused and said, "No, it wasn't her."

​I went to Mr. Arthur, covered my mouth, and whispered, "Did something happen before I got here?" He said, "She left me and walked away."

​"She"? There was a fourth person in the house.

​My dream-house has a dark corridor leading to the bathroom, with a window that looks into the bathroom mirror. I told Mr. Arthur to check on her and followed him into the corridor, but stayed back near the window, looking at him rather than through the glass.

​The instant I turned to look through the window, she let out a blood-curdling scream: "KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME! KEEP THIS MAN, ARTHUR, AWAY FROM ME!"

​Then something bizarre happened—I could see her mouth moving, still shouting, but her voice was replaced by a loud digital "BEEP," like TV censorship. Everything else sounded normal; only her words were blocked.

​The moment that beep hit, an invisible weight crushed my body. Imagine gravity multiplying by a hundred—every muscle felt like lead. My real brain screamed to wake up, but I fought it, straining to drag my paralyzed body away from the window.

​I fought the wake-up because I wanted to outsmart the censorship. Moving in agonizing slow motion, I dragged myself behind a hallway curtain, pulled out my phone, and started recording on the voice app without anyone noticing—planning to play it back later and hear the hidden audio.

​The screaming stopped. Heavy silence returned.

​I dragged myself back to the window. Her face was pressed close to the mirror now, but instead of screaming, she was speaking fast and clearly, reciting verses from the Quran—the vibe shifted into full demonic possession.

​I snapped out of it and sprinted to the bathroom door. Chloe followed. We bashed the door open together.

​The others rushed in and pulled Lily out. But as they dragged her away, her head snapped violently toward me, her dead eyes locked on mine, and she let out one final piercing scream right at my face.

​That jump scare shattered my control, and I woke up gasping in my real bed.

​I'm sitting here writing this and my body actually aches—completely drained, physically and mentally. Have you ever fought your own brain's attempt to wake you up, to the point of physical exhaustion? Has it ever censored itself like that?