When I was in high school, I started writing down my dreams every morning.
With time I remembered more and more but also could control them. Fall off a building? Just bounce back up!!
I’ve learned that I can stop scary dreams by telling myself that it’s just a dream, that I can wake up from it if I want to, or I can just tell the bad parts to stop, that I’m not playing that game anymore.
Btw, I’ve been a vivid dreamer since I was a small child. I would always tell my Mom all about my dreams, in fact, anyone who would listen. Now my husband has that sole job, poor guy, but he lets me tell him anyway.
On rare occasions, he returns the *favor*, and I patiently listen to him tell me his.