Is It Possible To Control Your Dreams Novels & Stories

the CEO said, shaking both our hands, "you've figured something out that most people spend their whole careers chasing." I looked at Eli. He was looking at me. "Yeah," I said. "We have." SIX MONTHS LATER Adrian's Journal - July 2026 I used to think control was about domination. About knowing every outcome before you reached it. About building systems so tight that nothing unexpected could infiltrate. I was wrong. Real control is knowing what you can't predict and choosing to show up anyway. It's trusting that the person next to you is seeing things you miss. It's building something with someone instead of building walls against the world.

"Through what we imagine." Liana's heart tightened. "So if we're afraid..." "It becomes fear." "If we're angry..." "Anger." "If we imagine something impossible..." "It may become possible." Liana looked at the Celestial Heart. "Then we have to control what we think." The older Liana shook her head. "That's impossible." Liana looked at her. "Why?" "Because the Dream doesn't only hear conscious thoughts." "It hears everything." "Memories." "Fears." "Desires."

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

“Niet darling, you can't do that. You can’t avoid looking in the mirrors. Because when you do, the visions become uncontrollable. That’s why they are so strong and make you so cold. You have to expose yourself to the vision. Let it take you. It will be hard the first few times, but eventually, you will be able to control it. It’s like not eating for a long time, then eating something and becoming very sick. You understand?” Amara nods her head. “Yeah. But how do I keep it from overtaking me?” Kira replies, “I suggest you take over the vision. Think of it as a dream where you can change something. Instead of letting the nightmare overtake you, imagine fighting back. Try to concentrate on what

“More than sound like what?” “Like influence,” I say. “Like pressure. Like dreams that are not yours. Like thoughts that slide in sideways and feel like your own until you realize you’re standing somewhere you never meant to go.” Her mouth tightens, and I see her wolf behind her eyes, pacing. “You’re saying this thing can control them,” she says, voice flat, and that flatness is a warning. “It can,” I say. “Not forever. Not without a stronger source. But it can nudge. It can seed. It can keep a connection open until they want to use it for something bigger.”

she replied. Her mother sighed. "Okay fine," it replied and walked towards her door. Before it could go out of her room, it speak again. "Just prepare for your work so you can see what your dream man was doing with another girl," her mom said jokingly. She rolled up her eyes when her mom finally went out of her room. Nicole was a Lucid dreamer. She can control her dream and the characters in her dream. She can be what she wants in her dream. She can be rich, powerful and influential.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Mark, 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?" Mark sounded incredulous.

Belle told her. "Oh, well. If you say so. Victor and I have no problem in any aspect of our relationship, and yes, there are ways in which you can learn to control when you want to wake up and when you want to stay in the dream, especially since here you're usually fully conscious that you're dreaming, or what would be called or considered, lucid dreaming. In this state of mind, and since Victor and I are mates, our connection is in different levels more tangible than other people you could meet in a dream, but I'll give you an example."

Only a few old structures looked familiar. "Now what? Uber? This era has got Uber, right?" I said. "With what?" Randy asked. "If this is a dream, can't we control it with our minds?" "You mean, lucid dreaming?" "Yeah, why not?" "Worth a shot, but it might be risky." Controlling dreams was tricky, especially in this weird shared one. We tried standing still, focusing, but nothing happened. Lucid dreaming didn't work here. I gave up. "Let's just walk. We'll find it."