Book Of Waking Dreams Novels & Stories

I tossed the phone aside. I couldn’t sleep after that dream. Not again. I wandered back into the living room and sat by the window, watching the fog roll across the woods. The journal still sat on the table like it was watching me. I reached out and opened it again, flipping toward the middle this time. One page was burned at the edges. The writing was hurried. “The seal is weak. I feel it. The dreams aren’t dreams. They’re warnings. He’s waking. The Red-Eyed One waits.”

Then I settled back onto my bed, holding the book—a safe haven all by itself—against my chest, and tried to calm the storm raging inside my mind. Reading now felt like wandering through a bewitched forest, every page I turned pulling me deeper into a world where reality seamlessly blurred with dreams. Could I truly enter this realm, follow the clues of fate, and uncover who I truly was? A rush of excitement coursing through my veins reminded me that if the book reflected anything near my life, magic was within reach—I just needed to find the courage to grab it.

My eyes drift closed. The darkness behind my lids is the same as the darkness in the cell. The same suffocating blackness that wraps around my chest and squeezes. I'm so tired. So impossibly, bone-deep tired. Just for a moment, I tell myself. Just a few minutes of sleep. Then I'll wake up. Then I'll keep fighting. Then, the door creaks. My eyes snap open. Footsteps. Light. Careful. Not Kai's heavy tread. Not the guards' careless shuffle. Someone else.

Amelia kept crawling into my thoughts. I looked at my alarm clock on my bedside table. It read 1:23am. I should be asleep by now but I can’t stop thinking about Amelia. I just want to hold her in my arms and feel her warmth. “Aargh!” I shouted. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. I heated up some milk and drank it. I went back to bed and a few minutes later, I was able to fall asleep. I woke up just before my alarm rang. I got up and got ready for work.

Chapter 59 Halle Wilder ~•~ I jolted awake, panting, my chest rising and falling like I had just run for miles. The sheets were soaked with sweat, and I pressed my hands against my chest to steady my breathing. My dream felt so real. It was still the same nightmare — my father wanted to kill me. I stood up from the bed and turned on the lights. Then I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. The coolness soothed my dry throat but it didn’t calm the storm raging inside me.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

His hand brushed against me, but I gently moved it away. "You're tired. Just sleep," I muttered. ... I woke up early the next morning, picking out a casual T-shirt, a denim skirt, and white sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun and did my makeup. In the mirror, I looked like an energetic young girl with fair skin, a slender figure, and bright eyes. Derrick, on the other hand, was still recovering from a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. Luckily, his features were decent, and he wasn't that old. Once he put on the white T-shirt, knee-length denim shorts, and white sneakers I'd prepared for him, he looked livelier.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa