Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you can no longer tell if you're awake or still dreaming? I often wonder if I am still dreaming. The life I lead now, the impossibility of it all. It all started when I had a dream.
My name is Logan. I was 23 when my tale begins. My life was going nowhere and each day was just another opportunity that I would waste. You see I had little confidence, very little experience with women, a dead end job, and no motivation to improve my life. But then I had the dream, and slowly, it all changed.
I hadn't slept well for about a week, until Friday when I had a killer headache and left work early. I work for a cardboard box company, filling orders of... cardboard. It's not particularly exciting.
That night I slept much better, after the headache finally died that is. Then I had the dream, an extremely vivid dream where I met myself, a very confident looking version of myself. He told me that I was special, gifted. Then he went on to detail exactly how I was special. To recite all the details here would be far too time consuming. But when I awoke I remembered it all clearly. Of course I dismissed it as just another strange dream at the time. I recorded the dream on my computer in great detail so I wouldn't forget any of it. I often did this when I had a particularly vivid dream.
It was a good six months later when this dream began to impact my life. I had completely forgotten it at this stage. I was at work when a bad headache developed. But it was short lived; it peaked and died very quickly. But in its wake it left a strange sensation in my head. I'm not sure how to explain it except that it felt like something had shifted within my mind. This feeling worried me a bit, but it wasn't unpleasant. It persisted for most of the day, and then disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. It was like my mind just snapped back into place and everything felt normal again.
That night while lying in bed I remembered something. The dream I had six months earlier talked about a headache and a lingering shifting sensation, I was suddenly sure of it. I jumped out of bed and onto my PC to lookup the dream I had recorded. In it I found this section of text, describing some of what the "dream me" had said.
"When your gift has fully developed it will unlock itself within your mind. This may cause a snap headache, but it will pass. You will also feel the shift for the first time. Take note of this feeling, as you will learn to replicate and use it. This is the key to your power; it will allow others to accept whatever you show them. "
It perfectly described what had happened to me that day. It wasn't until the next day when I was re-reading my dream journal that I decided I should try to replicate that feeling. I didn't yet understand the power being described and hadn't yet read further in my journal to find out, but at the time it sounded to me that it was simply a way of boosting self-esteem and confidence, things I lacked. It was for this reason I didn't dismiss it as ridiculous, and decided to try.
Throughout Saturday I stopped for five minutes here and there to concentrate on trying to recreate that shifting feeling. It wasn't until sometime around 8pm that I finally succeeded. It's like a part of my mind side stepped, giving that shifted sensation once again. It slipped back again very quickly. I continued to practice until I could shift, and stay that way until I decided otherwise.
I didn't feel any different apart from this strange mental sensation. I resumed reading about the dream, skipping over the journal entry in a rush. I found I had remembered almost none of it. That's when I realized it wasn't anything to do with confidence and how I felt about myself. This was about a mental persuasion power. By acceptance it meant I could do anything I wished and nobody would think negatively of it or try to stop me. In fact, they would wish me to continue whatever it is I wish to do and help me achieve my goals, no matter what the situation.
I once again dismissed it as a strange dream, like all dreams it didn't really mean anything. But it had already described the shift in such perfect detail, and I had succeeded in recreating it. I may as well see if it has any effect on people.
I live at home with my parents, in case you hadn't already guessed. I also have two younger sisters, also living at home. There is Eva, 20 years old and about 5'9" tall. She has an athletic figure, shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Then there is Kristen, 19 years old and 5'3" tall, the short one of the family. She has long full bodied wavy dark blonde hair that comes down to her lower back, a slim figure but not as toned as Eva, hazel eyes and a very cute face. I always admired her long hair, and the work she must put into maintaining it.
I myself am 6'1" tall, the tallest of the family.
This particular night, it was just Eva and myself at home. Our parents were at some function, and Kristen was at a friend's party. She goes out to clubs and such quite regularly. I tried to think of something I could try on Eva, being the only one home. I needed something that would confirm to me whether this dream was onto something, or if it was just a coincidence, but something that wouldn't embarrass me if it didn't work. It was tough. I went for a very simple approach.
Eva was in her room doing homework when I shifted, then knocked on her door. I feel like a complete fool doing this, I knew it wouldn't work. I was doing something from a dream, was I insane?
"Can I borrow some money?"
"Sure, how much do you need?" I was shocked; she would never lend me money. I was always the one lending her money!
"What about all of it?"
Without hesitating she grabbed her purse and pulled out three $20 notes and handed them to me.
"That's all I have in here."
"Oh, thanks. That's fine."
It worked! No way! I still had doubts, I needed a bigger test. Something there is no chance she would accept. But if I did something extreme and it didn't work I'd never live it down. I gave her money back saying I just realized I had some hidden in my room and wouldn't need it after all, and then I left, allowing my mind to shift back to its normal state.
I couldn't think of anything harsh enough that would prove beyond a doubt that this power was real, but also wouldn't ruin me if it failed. So I decided to assume for now that it was real and proceed to stage two. There was another layer to this power according to my dream journal. I could exhibit fine control over an individual via direct mental commands. That's right, full blown mind control. However it was limited and only affected individuals, unlike the general shift which affected everybody.
If this worked there would be no doubt, but if it didn't then nothing would happen. I still felt foolish, it's a feeling that even to this day I can't fully shake. Am I going to wake up one day and find none of this was real?
I shifted, and then closed my eyes to concentrate. I tried to push on the shift in my mind like the dream said to do. I kept pushing until I felt more of a shift, like a mental crack was being pushed open and energy was leaking out. I then tried to imagine my sister Eva in the next room and directed a thought towards her.
[ Come to my room. ]
Nothing happened. I tried again, trying to imagine the energy I was feeling flowing into the words I was thinking. Again, nothing happened. Damn, it was an extreme long shot anyway. I tried one last time, just because I'm a stubborn person. I had already decided it was a load of rubbish.
[ Come to my room. ]
This time it felt different. Seconds later I heard my sister's bedroom door open. My door opened a moment late and my sister walked in, closing the door behind her. I looked up at her, not sure what to think or do. Now what? What was she thinking?
"Yes?" I asked.
"I wanted to ask you something I think, but I can't remember what it was. Never mind"
And with that she left my room as quickly as she had arrived. I watched her tight ass as she walked away, leaving my door open, which I promptly closed once she disappeared into her room down the hall. It had worked! Or had it? What if she really had to ask me something? I had to go a step further. I'd never stop wondering if I gave up here.
