Lucid Dreaming: Art of Waking Up Inside Your Dreams
There are nights when sleep feels like a dark river. Swift. Strange. Carrying you whether you consent or not. You close your eyes, and suddenly you’re back in a house that never existed, walking a hallway that keeps adding doors, holding a conversation with someone you haven’t thought about in years. The dream has its own weather. Its own gravity. Rules that make perfect sense until morning, when you try to explain them out loud and realize how impossible the whole thing was.