Book In Dream Novels & Stories

I spent ten minutes trying to find a book I could understand, and only when I wandered deeper did I discover that some of the books have been translated to English. I reached for a random one on the shelf, but a more interesting book had fallen to the floor beside me. Picking it up, I was amazed to discover that the pictures in this book were oddly familiar. It was almost as if I had seen them somewhere, and then I immediately recalled my dream from earlier today.

The book pages were almost halfway gone, every single time I have a weird dream, I try to reiterate everything and jot down the experience in the book. The dream I woke up with this morning was different, a completely distinct scenario from the rest. Taking a breath, I started... 'Dear book, Certainly, I am not weird. Although I might be strange in a way. That's what I've been made to believe all my life. You remember the last write-up I had jotted down, about finding myself in a dark realm, surrounded by a few people who were dressed in cloaks, chanting a few words I couldn't put together, you remember, right?

I just kept staring at them at loss of what to even say, dad quietly came forward and led me to seat on the bed. "What was wrong" he asked and I simply just pointed at the book lying at one corner of my room. As I told them about the dream I had . "I found it in my parent's stuff" I whispered and mom walked towards the book and picked it up. "What's there it's empty" she said opening the book. "No it isn't!" "Yes it is " she said walking towards me with the book. "Place your hands on it" I said and she did, I looked at the book expectantly but nothing happened.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

I looked up again and Mr Jonathan's book fell in front of me. It opened itself and wrote: "ONLY YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE THESE PEOPLE... BELIEVE IN YOURSELF... THE BOOK WILL GUIDE YOU" And with that I woke up in tears as usual... It was the forth night now since I've been having the same dream about an unknown land being destroyed... I woke up before my alarm or before Mom could call... I went straight to the shower and ran cold water over my hair before I took a shower and got ready for School... It was Friday today and I was still having the same dream. Ever since my last encounter with the book, which I wasn't really ready to take any test that could practically be the end of me....

I couldn’t make sense of them or get a clear subject matter from the dreams, I only got the feeling that I needed to help her in some way, until tonight. The only difference in the dream tonight was that three moons appeared behind her in the night’s sky, and I knew that amongst the training I had gone through, I recognized it from somewhere. I knew it wasn’t daylight yet, but I couldn’t sleep so I slipped out of my room and found the library, hoping to find the book I was looking for.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll see Nixie and the others again, and they can explain better what they were saying in my dream. As I was about to lay my head down, I saw the tip of the book. "Oh, goddess please let it be the book," I mumbled a prayer, as my hope was suddenly renewed. And just like I prayed, it turned out that the book was under the pillow Leland gave me. It took a lot of restraint on my end for me not to scream out in Joy.

I like to think of it all as a terrible dream I might one day wake from. But there is one dream that does haunt me most. In this dream, my fever has broken, and Jessamine is asleep on the chair across from me. She’s in a nightdress, and there’s a book covering her face with an obscene cover. In this dream, my hands and feet aren’t bound, and I can walk just fine without tripping on my vomit. I hover over Jessamine and pull the book back from her sleeping face.

Rex's POV Falling asleep that night was harder than I expected. I guess the adrenaline of what tomorrow could bring just wouldn’t let my mind rest. But eventually, after tossing and turning, I found enough peace to drift off. That’s when the dream hit me. It was about the book. The symbol on its cover came to life, glowing and pulsing, whispering over and over—“It’s almost time.” Time for what? It wouldn’t say. That phrase kept echoing until I jolted awake, heart pounding, sweat clinging to my skin.

I shouted and took deep breaths. My body trembled after I had woken, and it all felt too real. My cheeks were wet from tears, and I looked around to confirm I was in Alpha’s chamber and not in that unknown kingdom with an enemy. I touched my stomach, and everything was fine. There was no blood. I wiped the sweat off my face and put the mysterious book away. It was because of the book I had weird dreams. I shouldn’t have read it before bedtime. “It’s fine. Dreams are not reality.” Malessia consoled me.