Anya's eyes snapped open, heart hammering. Panic usually followed, the jarring realization that the dragon was real, the impossible was happening. But tonight, a spark ignited - awareness. This was a dream, and she wasn't just a witness, but a weaver. With a grin, she willed the dragon to shrink, transforming it into a fluffy kitten purring at her feet. Taking a deep breath, Anya soared through the dreamscape, a lucid astronaut painting clouds with stardust and dancing with constellations, no longer afraid, but the playful architect of her own fantastical reality.