Novel & Cerita What Can You Do In A Lucid Dream

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

, he whispers, voice rough from his intense orgasm. But as I gaze into his eyes, the world around me begins to blur and distort. The sounds of our heavy breathing grow faint, and the sensation of his warm skin against mine starts to fade. What’s happening? I feel myself being pulled away, back into the darkness of my own mind. And as I open my eyes, I realize that it was all just a dream. I lay in bed, my heart still racing from the vivid imagery of my subconscious. The memory of Luca's touch, his taste, and his voice lingers on my skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

___________________________________________________________________________ Lucid dreaming Lucid dreaming is a fascinating phenomenon in which a person is aware that they are asleep and dreaming. Those who are more adept at lucid dreaming are able to control the action and content of their dreams to varying degrees. https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/lucid-dreaming-study-explains-how-to-take-control-of-our-dreams#The-two-most-effective-techniques ___________________________________________________________________________ 19 / 11 / 2021

All she knew was that Nexus—whoever that glittery beaming menace truly was—had probably set her up like some divine prank show. The deeper it sank in, the more she considered writing a farewell letter and pretending she’d been kidnapped by forest ghouls just to escape whatever land god job description she’d apparently inherited. What was next? Insurance for spiritual artifacts? A salary? An HR department? Selena sighed and flopped onto her back, rain starting to trickle through the broken ceiling and onto her face. “I should’ve stayed unconscious in the hospital,” she muttered. “At least there, the snacks were free.”

I told him, also lowering my voice to a whisper. “Maybe he did,” Lucien agreed. “Or maybe—just maybe—you only saw someone who resembled that guy, and your mind did the rest.” My mouth opened to protest, but Lucien raised one finger as if to silence me. “I'm not saying that it was just a mirage, but you need to consider that option as well. You've been through a lot lately, and the nightmares may attack even if we're awake.”

I told myself again and again it wasn’t real. ‘‘I was in a high-end, reputable hotel, my door locked, security layers thick. No one could possibly be here. Was it some ghost I have heard stories about European hotels.... No but its impossible. I am in London city not some downtown motel. This had to be one of those dreams... no nightmare, the hyper-realistic kind I'd been battling the previous night as well. I read about it. Yes it is definitely Lucid dreaming followed by sleep paralysis.’’ I thought to myself.

My mind continued to spiral out of control, turning everything into a prison that compelled me to confront and repent of all that had happened. A psychiatrist I previously knew said that taking medicine on a daily basis may help break the pattern of lucid dreams. But I disliked the medicines and had discontinued my treatment plan without his consent. I was so confident that I could conquer this dreadful REM period by tiring myself during the day with nonstop travel and activities. Well, it seems that all that had transpired thus far had not exhausted me. And now my mind was doing the rest, bringing me down to the depths of tiredness and unspeakable anguish.

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.

“How do you know?” “You’re not the only one who has done ‘research’ on this,” he said, poking the cover of the book on the table. “I had a professor who was obsessed with the idea that all those legends of mystic wolves sharing powers were true. We even performed some mock rituals for a midterm.” “So— it’s possible, then? To wake a dormant wolf?” I could hear the desperation in my voice, but I didn’t care. “It is, I believe,” Lucian said with a shrug. “But from what I know, it’s very difficult and can be quite dangerous. In fact, it really relies on danger in order to work.”

Questions raced through my mind at top speed, each one fighting for dominance, yet I didn't have a single answer to any of them. I was in such a daze, I barely heard the bathroom door open. I had only a split second to close the drawer and dive back onto the bed. Wow! Ben Johnson would have been proud at the speed at which I did it all. I acted like I was still sleeping. I even mimicked a light snore. Yes! she was fooled.