clipped from: www.noodlenak.com When I was little, I had a lot of bad dreams. I would stumble into the room belonging to my mother and wake her up. Instead of pulling me into her bed, she would get me a glass of water and take me back to my room. I have told her about the monster in my dream and she would tell me that there was no reason to be afraid. She would tell me that If there is a monster in my dream, I should become a monster fighter! Beat him back and then jump on a Pegasus and fly away.
I was very little when I began this and it seemed so natural that I was very surprised to learn that not everyone can control their dreams.