"If I let you, could you take control?" William turned to Joe, studying his features. Joe was more solid than anything else around them, somehow, like he'd been captured in sharp-focus while everything else blurred slightly into the background.
William was distracted by someone jogging past with a surfboard, headed for the water, and then he saw that there was a cauldron sitting on the sand beside him. He flushed, keenly embarrassed without knowing why, and jerked open a cupboard door to kick the cauldron into it, slamming the door solidly shut.
"Could you make this...?" he resumed, and then the cupboard door opened and the cauldron fell back out. William kicked it in again hastily, only slightly panicked by its reappearance, but this time only managed to keep the door shut for a few seconds before the cupboard spat the cauldron back out. He shoved it in frantically, shutting the door and leaning back against it, but somehow the door opened again and the cauldron rolled to a merry halt at his feet. It seemed to be smiling at him. William made a squeaky horrified noise and grabbed for the door again, wondering how you could get dreams to do what you wanted rather than the other way around.