Yes, it is, and I have seen DCs that were sad when I asked them if they knew that they were just dream characters. However, just like you said, they don’t exist, so it really can’t be all that sad, right?
when i am asleep, i see and read your thoughts.i can feel them. i wonder if you are real though i am dreaming…are you awake?
the fact that i am not truly anyone puts me in a strange position facing the beings of my dreams, attemting to have you take warning, that you may be the dust on the path of my sleep.
If a DC is sad, wouldn’t that mean that a part of you is sad, and that trying to console the sorrowful figure would be the right thing to do? Your subconscious is a powerful thing, and DCs behavior can be a spring board to personal growth.
just a thought from an over-thinker 
I suppose their reactions might not necessarily depict what message the SC is trying to send, could it just be that the SC is coming up with these replies as how it would expect these people to react?
That’s exactly what I was thinking. I think some of you are overestimating how much the SC is trying to talk to us in dreams. My belief is that DC are programmed with a kind of primitive artificial intelligence, much like a non playable character in a video game. It makes them appear to be smart and independent but I’m guessing if you talked to the average DC long enough you would start to see the limitations, like a lack of abstract thought or the inability to empathize if you attacked another DC in front of it.
Hmmm… If DC’s were our subconscious/conscious programs, it would mean that “we appear to be smart and independent but I’m guessing if you talked to someone long enough you would start to see the limitations…” 
I never talked about that with DC but im sure I would like to help them think that they are just not DC that at least they are a part of me so they will be happy , and in a way my subconscious woud be happy I think.
Its not my logic, its yours, and its quite warped, if i say so myself…
In a 1st level dream you have full control over your surroundings, but not over DC’s intelligence. So why bother ?
Just read though this.
Karnot, you must atleast be able to see how it can seem like that is your logic. Obviously it isn’t since you wouldn’t bother lucid dreaming in the first place if it was.
May I be so bold as to surmise that you simply do not enjoy talking to dream characters? And therefore see no point. However the fact that they are not real people shouldn’t matter much then. Where was I going with this?
Anyway you can control DCs. I know because I did it. I made someone say YES a few times, although that was to convince another dream character of something. But the controlled one was weird. Sort of on standby. The other lively. Still, if you control their intelligence completely THEN it would be pointless to talk to them.
Only once I tryed to convince DC that they’re dreaming; we started arguing, and that lasted to the end of my dream. I think he actually convinced me that I wasn’t dreaming.
And about that time, we started to separate in RL, weird, huh?
So thx, but no thx. There should be only one lucid dreamer in my dreams, and he’ s flying above the blind ones 
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Perhaps DC’s are lives you’ve lived before this life. :-o
I hope all the DC’s aren’t cause it would mean that I’ve been completely stupid in countless lifes. 
It can be entertaining to talk with DCs. They may say surprising things.
Some DCs seem to be very vacuous, but others are more interesting.
How do we know if a DG is DC or a representive of SC or maybe SG?
I find that for most DCs I think of them as just DCs. But if a DC resembles someone in real life, then I try and convince them they are dreaming. Last few times they just ignore me. Even if I am flying!
I cant help but feel that DC are somewhat alive. Well not alive alive. But in a way they have somewhat intellegence, common sence and feelings. It just weird I almost feel bad for them… 
laughs I love talking to DC’s, the other night I was talking to David Spade and some other unknown guy and was having a blast and then this boy about my age came over and said, “Look! I found something!” so I go over to where he said and when I got there he tried to kiss me so I blasted a fireball at him and knocked him unconscious and David Spade and the other guy’s jaw dropped and I said, “Yeah, I’m cool like that…” 
You’re not the only one to have this feeling cause Pr Paul Tholey has lead an experiment about DC’s being conscious or not. But as nobody knows how to clearly define consciousness, it was rather difficult.
It’s strange. I’ve never tried to convince DCs that they’re dreaming, because I never thought of it that way. The way I see it, I’m real (sort of) and they’re not. I’ve told DCs that they aren’t real, and they seemed really hurt. I felt terrible about it. I just thought it would help me stay lucid…
It also seems that if I even try to discuss the fact that I’M dreaming with a DC, it always makes them get confused or upset, and causes me to wake up shortly afterward.
I guess I don’t think DCs are truly “fake”. If I’m talking to them, they exist on some level, even if it’s just in my head.
I had an LD the other night and I was repeating the phrase “You cant hurt me…This is a dream…I’m dreaming…you’re dreaming!” and the DC turned around and had the guts to say “Would you just SHUT UP with the I’m dreaming business?” DC’s these days. I swear.
(That or I have a really snappy subconscious)
laughs That is so funny! 
I had an LD this morning, (4th day in a row! Woot!) and for some reason my little brother had to sleep at the Salvation Army so I was going around the store trying to find him something more comfortable to sleep on because all he had was this nasty cot. So as I’m walking I see all of these oversized chicks and baby turkeys with these big Tim Burton style eyes and I was playing with them and they started getting on my nerves with their noise so I locked eyes with one of the baby turkeys and just stared at it and all of a sudden its eyes rolled back in its head and it passed out but then woke up about a minute later and it was really mad at me so I made it pass out again. I left the chicks and turkeys and was walking through the store still looking for stuff for my brother and I was thinking “Wait a minute, that turkey thing was really weird, what if I’m dreaming?” So I plugged my nose and couldn’t breathe, (I think that was because I probably did it in real life, I was just barely asleep because my sister woke me up screaming her stupid head off and I yelled at her to shut up for about 5 minutes and I could still hear her crying, (she was screaming in the first place because my mom woke her up because she kept my mom up talking until midnight and my mom had to be at work by 3am,) and I settled down and just kind of tuned her out and went to sleep which surprised me because I had my eyes open and was talking and everything.) then I looked at my hands and I only had 3 fingers so I said “Yep, I’m dreaming, coolness, better not do anything crazy though, I might wake up.” There wasn’t much I could do. It was a low roofed Salvation Army store so I couldn’t really fly because I kept hitting the ceiling and I couldn’t risk spinning because that’ll wake you up and most of the DC’s were old ladies that just called me “impertnant” if I tried to talk to them so it was really boring so I wandered around the store and I noticed that there were a lot of mirrors, (why I didn’t think to go through them I don’t know, 
) and I said, “Well if I can’t fly or talk to people, I can at least change my appearance…” So I tried to make my eyes bluer then they already are but just covering my eyes with my hands and wanting it to change didn’t really work so I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw my room and I yelled, “Aw crud!” so I closed my eyes again and imagined the store and it got clearer and clearer and when I opened my eyes again I was standing in front of the same mirror I left. I wasn’t going to do that again so I looked at this old lady and she said, “What are you staring at Ms. Impertnant? When I was your age…” and my hands started glowing red as I was preparing to knock her out with a fireball and right before it hit her my stupid sister shook me awake! grrr Oh well! Wow, this was long winded! 