Book Of Waking Dreams Novels & Stories

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.

I felt someone shaking me, and heard my name being called. I didn’t want to wake up. I was having the best dream ever. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream; Melakai was here and I wanted to jump his bones again in my dream. Holy fuck! I was acting like a hussy. I got so turned on in my dream that I could feel the pool of liquid between my thighs. I had to find a way to not dream anymore—to block him out somehow. I snapped my eyes open to see Stevie leaning over me with worry lines marring her face.

With trembling hands and a pale face, Elwood picked up the two pieces of paper. A slip of paper slid out from between the two. He scrambled to pick it up and found Morgan’s handwriting on it. [Farewell, Elwood.] There were only two words, but they struck Elwood’s heart like a sledgehammer. He swayed and nearly lost his footing. The pieces of paper almost fell on the floor, but he managed to react in time and grab hold of them.

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I am facing a mirror ceiling and my body on top of a luxurious golden bed. “Gosh, that was a weird dream!” I exclaimed as I held the alarm clock on the bedside table. It’s three in the morning. Sweet. I walked towards the little fridge and grabbed a pitcher of cold water before letting my dry lips taste its coolness. “What kind of dream is that?” I asked myself, as if some voice inside me would answer. “Nah. I’m just overthinking my overthinking.” I grabbed an erotic book that I found in Tyler’s room earlier about a priest and a virgin. The Silver Pack Alpha is in his room, snoring ‘cause I told him to do so.

Elena’s Point of View Elena barely slept that night. Her dreams were filled with shadowy figures and twisted wolves, their hollow eyes glowing with malice. Kaia was restless, pacing the edges of her consciousness as if guarding her from something unseen. By dawn, she was back in the library, poring over the book she’d discovered the day before. The pages were brittle, and the ornate script forced her to read slowly, but she couldn’t shake the sense that she was close to something important.

Making my way over to a nearby shelf, I began my search, my fingers wandering over the spines of the books, old and new, as I searched for a captivating title. I'd intended to look for some kind of gag book to tell Tyler about, but instead, I stumbled across a dream interpretation book that instantly caught my attention. This led me down a rabbit hole and I spent the entire morning skimming through books about dream interpretation, why we dream, and there was even a book on how to lucid dream.

I was terrified that if I looked at it even one more time, I would finish the bag off. I realized I still had my eyes closed, and when I opened them the world looked different. It looked right again. All the colors of my office popped like a surreal movie with shades that couldn't exist in this dimension. Small tracers followed behind the bulbs that light up the small room, but only for the first few seconds of the buzz. It was blissful. I stood up and made myself over to my twin sized bed and plopped down face first. The rush of the boost was going to amplify my dreams tonight, and I couldn't wait.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.