I know, it was absolutely irrational. I suppose it was only a low level of lucidity, because while I was consciously aware of my dream, I was still bound by my assumptions of the dream world’s reality. It never crossed my mind that I could make my monsters disappear or turn into clowns (or, as the case more often was, turn them into something other than clowns) or whatever.
You may really be luckier than me. I theorize that since my first experiences with lucid dreams was to immediate get away from and out of them, that my brain learned to stop having them, withholding them from me even now that I want to. It is interesting that my nightmares subsided along with my LDs: to date, I haven’t had an LD that wasn’t merely the closing episode of a nightmare, and I haven’t had a real chase-you-down-the-halls nightmare since elementary school.
Or maybe I just enjoy overanalyzing things.
Thanks, I made them myself three-four years ago. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t make them again even I wanted to - I’m way too out of shape.