In your dreams

Surprised to see me again?
You shouldn’t. It’s been almost a month since you started dreaming about me, and this have just begun.
I guess you can’t understand why you dream about me. You know me, sure, that weird guy that goes to your same university, the one who always sits at the end of the Psychosocial Intervention Models class. We never crossed more than two or three words, but you know that I keep an eye on you, in class, in the hall, in the snack bar... a lot of times you catch me staring at you, and it makes you feel uneasy. I know, we both study Psychology, remember?
You can avoid me at the University, if you want. But not here. Here it’s me who makes the rules.
Seriously, I don’t think people give enough significance to dreams. “Subconscious projections”; they say, “ reflections of essay possibilities about external expression”... Ja.
Most people accept their dreams controlling their nights. But of course, most people don’t know what lucid dreams are, and those who knows doesn’t quite grasp everything you can do with them.
I know. Oh, I really do know, dear.
It took me months of effort and training to achieve complete control of dreams, but it well worth it.
In the beginning, I was content just being able to change my lucid dream so you would always be there, looking at me, talking to me, surrendering to me. I plenty entertained myself then. If you knew the thing I made you do in my dreams... Because in them I can do anything I like. In them, I’m God. Your God.
But it wasn’t enough. What’s the deal about being a God if your creation doesn’t know it? That’s why I had to go to the next level. It took me quite a long time, but I obtained it, too.
Did you know that, if you have enough practice in lucid dreams, you can make astral trips in them?
Now, I don’t have to manipulate my drams for you being in them. Not at all, now I can be in YOUR dreams, and play with them as I please. You know, before I was able to control my dreams, and now, my darling, I can control yours. And I do, oh yes I do.
You have missed some classes, and seem to be tired and sleepy. I noticed, too, that now you stare at me more than I stare at you. With fear, confused.
But you shall not fear me, I won’t hurt you. Well, not at the University, in any case, nor in real life, nor at vigil.
If you have to fear something, it’s falling asleep. Because I would be there, and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you are a good girl, if you don’t resist, I will turn your dreams into magical experiences that will make your imagination fly. We’ll fly together, hand in hand.
If not, well, you can always trust in old good nightmares, and I will be in all of them, making you remember who’s in charge here.
It’s late, you must be about to put to bed. You need some sleeping, dear, you look tired.
Nice dreams, my dearest. I will see you there.