Dream Manipulation Superpower Novels & Stories

umayos ako ng upo at marahang tumikhim. “Is that your power, My lady? Predicting the future?” “Ah, no. I have no ability or whatsoever. I just had a dream about it.” Her eyes sparkled. “Really? Then you must have the ability to dream about what will happen in the future.” Napalunok ako at iniwas ang tingin sa kan’ya. “I don’t think so.” “I do believe that it’s your ability. Do you want me to help you know more about your capabilities? I have a friend—“

I'd lost count. But I couldn't sleep. Not with Miyori out there. Not with her abilities. Dream walking. That's what she could do. I'd researched her thoroughly after Seraphina, made it my business to know every faculty member's powers and weaknesses. Miyori could slip into people's dreams like they were unlocked rooms. She could see their thoughts, their memories, their secrets.

They told me they watched a super hero movie the previous day after lessons, so I'm assuming it was inspired from there. “I already have a power,” I teased, resting the marker on the table. “The power to make you all do your arithmetic homework without complaint.” Laughter rippled through the room. “No, like seriously,” Wayne insisted. “Like real power. Flying, or super strength, or turning invisible, or something as cool as reading minds.” I pretended to think deeply. “Hmm. Reading minds might be too noisy. Flying sounds cold. Maybe… healing.” “Healing?” Nia asked, tilting her head.

Damian roared, losing himself in passionate thrusts. Suddenly, my phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I jolted awake. What just happened? Did I just dream that my husband Damian was cheating on me? I tried to recall the woman from my dream; she looked just like me. “Amelia, you should go back. You look tired; please get some rest,” Damian’s grandmother said seriously, looking at me. “Okay, Grandma. I’ll go check on Damian.” Hansen Manor. As I walked into the bedroom, I heard Damian’s deep, affectionate voice.

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that. "We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams." "You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous.

She shook her head. “They’re similar to us,” Mikan explained. “We use telepathy to read thoughts or memories. Dreamers can enter a person’s dreams and watch or manipulate them. They can see what the dreamer sees, feel what they feel. It’s powerful… and dangerous. They can alter memories, even reality, for the sleeping mind. That’s why they’re rarely trusted.” Brie looked toward the door where Trace had gone. “He doesn’t trust the dreamer you’re suggesting, does he?”

“Sure. Why not?” We walked side by side, our steps echoing faintly down the hallway. “So,” I said after a while, “you’re really fast. What else can you do? Hypnotize people? Read minds? Turn into mist?” He snorted. “No. That’s just fiction. I have heightened senses—sight, hearing, smell. Super speed, strength. Some of us can manipulate emotions, but I don’t play with that trick.” “Why not?” He gave me a look. “Because it’s wrong. I’ve had people mess with my head before. I wouldn’t do that to someone else.”

“Hey, do you want something to drink? I think we could sneak into the kitchen and grab some.” I was still stunned by what had just happened a minute ago. Had I just manipulated Miles’s mind? Reprogrammed what he had in mind? Was this one of the abilities that my superpower could do? The more I thought about it, the more I was scared of this power especially the fact that it had — once again — done something without me consciously wielding it. What if I accidentally hurt someone even though I didn’t mean to?

Liam's eyes bulged as I realized he really didn't know anything about this new world we've beth been sucked into. “I'm what they call a foreseer, I can see the future and past in my dreams. Claire is a Shape Shifter that can shoot fire out of her hands. Everybody down there is a Shape Shifter with some other sort of ability. Well, except the guy that tried to erase your memories. He's a Mind Manipulator.” “Jeez, how long have you been here?” I shrugged. “It's not too bad. They're all really nice.” I turned around to see Liam run his hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in random places.

And how was he in my dream, if this was actually my dream and not really another world? “So you really forgot everything about yourself? I had my doubts when I heard it, but then I was not able to contact you or appear in your dreams before now. It must have been because you had forgotten your identity and powers. Yours powers have resurfaced now and I could trace it to contact you in your dream. Still, you are too weak that you couldn’t even shield yourself from being invaded in your dream. What if it was a demon with the power to induce nightmares that appeared in your dream? They can even kill people and you appear too mortal to be safe from their attacks,” he harped, and I frowned at him