Biblical Dream Book Novels & Stories

Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams. Email blushed remembering the rompy daydream she had with that man that kept coming to her dreams to haunt her body. His wheat hair she buried her nails in when he took her right on the bed...in her sleep of course. His muscular body, her eyes ached to savor. His... "She's thinking about him again. Ema, In case no one has told you, sleeping with someone in your dreams is very very bad and as a Christian, it has its spiritual implications.

She showed me a ripped page of the old and scrawny book, showing me the blank space behind the dash for the demon's name. "Yeah?" "I figured it out, it was written in Greece, ancient Greece." she was flipping through pages until she got to a rough sketch she made behind the book. "It means...." her voice dropped lower "Lilith, it's name is Lilith." That was when it all clicked, the visions from my nightmares, the strange woman with red eyes and a black dress that i always saw in my dreams. I had asked her who she was at the time and her response to me exactly was, "Lilith, your living nightmare."

Wynter was waking groggily as well. I sat up. "What in the fuck." I said, as Wynter reveled in my thoughts, re-living my dream. "Damn, Rayne, you've been having some weird ass dreams lately." She chuckled. “I don’t really understand what in the fuck is going on, or why I keep having these dreams. This one was just like my last but different. And who the hell is Raphael?” I mumbled. “I have no idea, but maybe you’re dreaming this because of the book you read in the pack library?” She replied. I nodded, she was probably right. I had read stuff in that book and I had been thinking about it all recently, trying to decipher it.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

“Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?” Lyda closed the book, and Adea could see the design of the cover, which boasted an intricate cross shape just above the words, Holy Bible. She did know what kind of book it was, but she was alarmed nonetheless by the woman’s mention of religious texts. Adea had a bad feeling in her gut that Lyda was trying to pursue her obsession further. “What is this book?” Lyda asked. The elderly woman stared at it in silence for a moment as if trying to find the right words to describe it. “Well, I would say it’s a collective of religious and allegorical texts recounting the long history of Outside culture and the deities they worshiped.”

Dust clung to some of the covers, while others looked strangely untouched, almost as if they were waiting for someone like me to pick them up. I needed to move fast before someone noticed I was gone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the edge of uncovering something important. The question was—was I ready for it? I shook my head. I should be ready for anything, especially now that the threats of the walkers are slowly affecting me in the dream realm. I at least have to know how to fight them, their weakness, and everything else. My eyes peered at this one book, it was a storybook about the dreamscape, and as I scanned through the introduction…there were walkers on it.

Ancient writing that seems like instructions or what have you, I could be wrong about the writing but they were glowing with an amber warning. These dreams were always so vivid and real that I always felt like I was in it, experiencing it and not just looking at it like a movie or picture. One night, I came across an ancient-looking book in my dream, and the worn-out leather binding of the book cracked and faded with age. The book seemed to exude a silent power. I turned each page of the book and it was blank but felt like it held the wisdom of ages in each page. All the objects I have come across in my dreams, I always felt an inexplicable pull towards them, I don't know why but there is a

''Ezra said, ''Everyone is dead beside me; the battlefield becomes a pool of blood. I am being sucked into the pool of blood my head goes under, and I can't breathe. I knew it was the end of me, but then suddenly I appear in the woods. I am standing in front of a bush that I let on fire. I am staring at it in amazement. Even though I am in the woods, the brush didn't set fire to the other trees. Then I hear the bush call my name, but I never answer. Ezra said, ''The dream is a calling; it away for the holy one to communicate with you there nothing to be scared of.

Arcane symbols stitched into the spine. “Try this,” he said, sliding it across the table. “It’s an old dream-tracing grimoire. From the southern libraries. It maps dream entities through their energy signatures. Might tell you what’s visiting you. Or who.” I didn’t reach for it. “I’m not making a deal with you,” I said. “No,” he said, voice softer now. “But I believe you might want to figure this out that much.” Silence stretched between us. I stared at the book then at him then back at the flickering candles.

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.