Is It Possible To Control Your Dreams Novels & Stories

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

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.

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.

"That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"

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."

Why can't I control my dreams? As much as he wanted to think that maybe it was the stress of everything happening around him, he knew deep inside that wasn't true. This has been going on for weeks now. He just didn't know why he couldn't control them, it was like he didn't even have a turn off button for his dreams which haunted him everytime he closed his to get some shut eyes. Sighing, he rolled off his bed and dragged his feet into his bathroom, quickly getting ready work. ** ** ** **

I asked, but my mind slowly worked its own solution. "He has a very powerful tool. The little trick he does when snapping his fingers? He can make anyone cum, shit themselves, and bring to sleep.. He can then influence these dreams to a certain point. He probably just thought about having sex with you as they slept. For them, it must've been real enough. Something so good, it was almost like a dream." Micah's explanation made me able to breathe again.