#dream control

[beautifulabsurdities]

©️Esme Ngan 2025

[chestersbraincell]

Also yes, if you know me, I AM very normal about the whole lucid dreaming allegory in them being able to conjure stuff into existence just by concentrating on it hard enough. Sooooooo normal

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

New Age Journal, magazine, Vol. II Issue 4, Rising Star Associates, November 1985

[your-dream-weaver]

*~Hello~*

This is a gimmick blog. A gimmick where you request a general theme for a dream, and I attempt to make a subliminal messaging video to hopefully help you achieve dreaming a dream with that theme. Whether or not you believe in the spiritual/manifesting side of subliminals, they can be a useful tool for dream induction due to the fact that dreams ARE subconscious in nature, hence this being a useful vehicle for influencing the subconscious and therefore dreams.

A few disclaimers:

!This is mostly for fun and should not be used in place of physical or psychological help

!I will provide the full script/affirmation list under the cut for each video for transparency

!this isn’t an exact science. I cannot promise you that it will work. As I said, it’s mostly for fun. Though I will say that, with influencing dreams, the more you believe it will work, the more likely it is to do so.

!For best results I definitely recommend headphones, and watching more than once. The more you watch, the more likely the messages are to ingrain onto your subconscious, like a repeated mantra does so for conscious thought.

!I will only be using brown noise to mask the audio affirmations, so no worries about frequencies that may cause drowsiness. However, since the affirmations are likely to be centered around peace and sleep, they may cause drowsiness anyway, so it’s best to watch right before bed!

So? Go ahead and send in a request! But before you do, I would prefer you to keep the themes for said request general. I will not go and do research into various fandoms to make requests for stuff like that. You can go around this by stating the fandom name and then explaining yourself the aspects of said world/fandom that you would like to base the theme of your dream around.

I don’t really have pre-set rules aside from that. Just send in a request and if I’m not comfortable doing it, I just won’t.

Tagging some gimmicks for publicity, sorry in advance, and no pressure to reblog! Just taking my chance TwT

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[ashtwinproject22]

Can you lucid dream* and/or can you control your dreams**? (See beneath results for explanation BEFORE voting)

Full lucidity, full control

Full lucidity, partial control

Full lucidity, no control

Partial lucidity, full control

Partial lucidity, partial control

Partial lucidity, no control

No lucidity, full control

No lucidity, partial control

No lucidity, no control

I never remember my dreams

Other (explain in tags)

I'm bald/results

Voting ended onFeb 8, 2025

Please pick the highest option of lucidity/control that you have experienced within at least the past five years. If you have no lucidity or control 99% of the time, but you had a full lucidity and full control dream even once in the past five years, then you would pick the "Full lucidity, full control" option.

*If you understand with certainty within the dream that it is a dream, that is full lucidity. If you have a general awareness that what you're experiencing isn't real but don't quite make the leap to "it's a dream," that is partial lucidity. If you never realize that what you're experiencing is fake and treat it as if it is fully real, that is no lucidity.

**If the dream bends to your will and you can make anything you want happen (even if it's difficult), that is full control. If you have some influence over the events of the dream but it can still move along its own path without your input, that is partial control. If the dream takes its own course and you have no influence over it even if you wish you did, that is no control.

I realize a lot of this is up to personal interpretation, so don't sweat about it, just pick whichever option seems to fit your experiences the best. A lot of people seem to believe that lucidity and control go hand in hand, but in my experience this is absolutely not the case, hence why I separated the options. I would be very eager to hear people elaborate on which option they picked in the tags or replies!

[ninebluehearts]

Only in your dreams

Summary: Your aunt made your life a living hell. You couldn't escape from her even in your dreams. Until you found him.

Warnings: Abusive guardians, abusive relationship mentioned briefly, manipulation, dead parents (reader), depression, anxiety.

A/n: Hey guys! This was kinda sad one, but I mean- if you guys want a part 2 with a happier ending then let me know and I'd be happy to write it! Enjoy 💕

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You ran back into your room, loating the suffocating nostalgia that you couldn’t seem to escape. You’ve run up these stairs over a million times in the thirteen years that you lived there. And here you are now, running up the same old, dusty stairs eight years later. And just like before, it’s to get away from her.

Your Aunt was always there for you as a child. She assisted with homework in any way she could, allowed you to work at a small, rundown ice cream shop down the street over the summer, and even took you in when your parents got too sick to take care of you.

To everyone in town, she was a hero. To you, she was the villain. Your Aunt Martha hid her abuse behind smiles and threats. Half the time, you didn’t even realize she had maniplulated you until you were sobbing in your bedroom, wondering if you were the problem.

You cursed your parents every day for allowing this wretched woman to take you, struggling to understand how nobody could see past her little facade. At the age of five, your parents got too sick to take care of you. So, they signed you over to her, insisting that she could care for you the best.

Boy, were they wrong.

It wasn’t the lying or manipluation that got to you, it was the hateful remarks about your appearance that did. She hated you for inheriting your Father’s eyes and even grew jealous of your hair, which was a replica of your Mother’s. There wasn’t much she could do about your eyes, but she constantly begged you to dye your hair a different color. Any color. As long as it didn’t look like hers, she would leave you alone.

But these small features of yours were your favorite. You loved gazing at the mirror and seeing your parents in you, relishing the way you looked like a perfect mix of them, not just one or the other. Even though you were angry at them for a million reasons even they couldn’t control, you still missed them every day. And Martha treating you as her personal servant really didn’t make you feel any better.

And even now, she still treated you the same way. After your abusive boyfriend finally left you for some other girl, you had no other choice than to live with your aunt again. It was either that or live on the streets. Though, it wasn't practical, the streets were tempting.

You just left in the middle of an argument, something you never even dreamed of doing. You had asked her what your Mother was like growing up. You thought that after all these years she would've calmed down and treat you like a human. Like family. But no.

She immediately started screaming at you, calling you ungrateful because she raised you, not her. Then argument turned into a rant about how she hated your Mother. It was obvious that she was jealous of her, though you didn't understand why.

After enduring her screams and name calling for the next twenty minutes, you decided to get up and leave. She starting screaming after you, demanding that you come back and talk to her. But you didn't listen. You just wanted to hide in your room for as long as you could.

Though, the only place you could ever truly hide from her was in your dreams. And even they were infested with her hatred most of the time. You were spiraling deeper into the darkness every time the day reset and continued your circle of hell.

That was, until he showed up in your dreams.

Nothing ever broke your cycle. Your living hell was the same everyday: Cook, clean, school, work, serve your Aunt, and repeat. Even in your dreams. No new faces ever appeared. Until now.

Your dream was a slightly different version than the one before it. You had been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to make Martha's every wish come true so that maybe, maybe you could get a break.

As you were running to get the coat she had asked for, you slammed into what felt like a brick wall. But when you looked up, you were met with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. Ones that weren't familiar. Then their owner spoke.

"Oh, goodness! Are you alright?" He asked as he reached down and grabbed ahold of your arm, lifting you up with ease. "I'm so sorry about that, love, I wasn't looking where I was going."

You found it kinda funny how just one stranger could scatter your brain this much. It was like he'd gone into your head and pulled out any knowledge of how to speak. You brought your hand to your head, trying to sooth your growing headache.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I was the one not looking where I was going. Are you okay?" You were amazed that you managed to form a reply, but you hoped you could keep this up. When you looked back at the stranger, your eyes reunited with his. Chills ran throughout your body, a feeling that was again, unfamiliar.

"Oh, no, I'm alright. No injuries here." He said with a somewhat nervous laugh, his eyes darting from you to random areas of the room. Why is he nervous? That was when you looked down and noticed how you were still gripping his forearms for support, which you didn't really need anymore.

"Oh! Right, sorry, again." You quickly released his arms, trying not to acknowledge the small, red crescents on his arms from your nails. "Sorry, but have I seen you be-"

That's when the ground began to shake, followed by a scream that could only be described as savage. You had broken Martha's rule. Don't talk to strangers. And now she was coming for you. Her vicious grin glued to the backs of your eyelids.

Your body was in its usual state of panic when you woke up, which was usually followed by some kind of muffled scream or gasp. But you didn't scream this morning, too focused on trying to figure out who that man was..

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For the next month, you would wake up and search your memories for the beautiful stranger, but you were always met with disappointment. You began to feel foolish, asking yourself how you could be so stupid.

Tonight, Martha was at her book club meeting, discussing the newest Stephen King book. You never did understand how she could read those things and not walk away even a little bit queasy. Makes sense, monsters love other monsters. You silently hoped Stephen King would write a book on your Aunt, now that would be a best seller.

With your Aunt gone, you had some uninterupted time to yourself, meaning that you could finally read the book you found at the library last week. You weren't allowed to have things like books or computers, unless they were for school. And even those were used with supervision.

But the librarian seemed to understand your situation with just the way you smiled at her. She let you take the book home after making you promise to take it back in three weeks.

You really didn't know why you were drawn to the book so much. It wasn't even the book you wanted; Romeo and Juliet, by the way. No, this was a book about lucid dreaming, something you've never heard of before.

Once you opened the book and read the first chapter, you couldn't stop. This was the key to getting him back. You could see him again and you wouldn't let him go, you knew that for sure.

You quickly hid the book back under your dresser and jumped into your bed, willing yourself to go to sleep. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you were finally able to relax enough to fall asleep.

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When you opened your eyes you were in a room filled with absolutely nothing but darkness. Limbo. You remembered reading about this place in the book; this was the place where your imagination was supposed to roam free.

So you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and let the thoughts come in. The first thing that came to mind was your childhood home. The little brown house in the suburbs that always glowed with the orange leaves in the Fall. You could almost smell the sweet rot of the yellow and orange leaves, mixed with the chilly Autumn breeze.

And when you opened your eyes, you saw exactly that. The same small, brown house surrounded by the season's fallen leaves. You didn't waste even a moment, you jumped up the front steps, taking two at a time.

You flung the door open, letting it hit the wall behind you. "Hello? Is anyone home?" You called out, the anxiety creating a tight knot in your stomach as you slowly made your way through the house.

"Love?" You heard a man call out. It was him. The man from before. In your peripheral vision you could see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, drying his hands with the familiar live, laugh, love towel your Mom loved.

"You're here?" You asked, not meaning for it to sound like a question.

"If course I'm here where else would I be?" He walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you alright? You seem a bit off."

"I-" But before you could speak, there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, must be the mail. Will you grab it for me love?" He started walking back into the kitchen, tossing the towel on the nearest surface. "Dinner's almost done by the way!"

You stared at the now empty space in front of you. It's Sunday and it's already -you glanced at the nearest clock- six o'clock. Why would we have mail? You thought as you walked over to the door to grab the mail off of the floor.

The majority of it was either junk mail or for you, but the last one was addressed to him. To Steven Grant.

"Love?"

Then you woke up.

[bodyofbrilliance]

Lucid Dreams

Becoming lucid may provide a window for us to access parts of our mind that we might not be able to access while awake.

Lesson 9

Lucid Dreams

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[teenscandream-blog1]

🔮 LUCID DREAMING — control your dreams, create your world, explore yourself 🔮

hey! my name is becca. welcome and nice to meet you!

so, i’m just a teenage girl, and i’m looking for other dreamers out there. i’m turning 16 this year and i’ve been a lucid dreamer for almost two years.

i think i will post there — tips for lucid dreaming which have worked for me and i still use; reality checks; ideas for your dream journal; about sleep paralysis; funny and interesting things that happened to me in my dreams.

i would like to help you start your journey to your subconscious, to create your own word, to explore yourself. feel free to message me, i am happy to talk to you about lucid dreaming and anything else you are interested in ♡

i am not a ‘master’ of lucid dreaming; as i said, i am just a normal teen like you and i hope to find others who are interested in this topic so we can talk to each other and share our experiences, thoughts and dreams ♡

[oh, and i am so sorry for any spelling or grammar errors - english is not my first language, but i love to practice it! and this is my first blog ever ^^ i don’t know how often can i post something, but i’ll try :3 ]

keep dreaming, dear stranger ♡

see you soon!

~ post number: 1

~ date: 2019.05.15.

~ the picture is from pinterest, it don’t own it.