Dream Book Novels & Stories

“It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the monster rips him to shreds before I have a chance to do anything. The monster looked like a bear but bigger, it had the head of a reptile and its colouring was so dark; it looked l

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.

I really hate Dream-Me. Suddenly, Nick/David and Dream-Me are both naked—even though moments before we had definitely been clothed. Despite myself, Subconscious-Me can’t help but note how much detail the dream has—Nick/David looks exactly as I remember him, down to the last gorgeous freckle. I’ve never had a dream be so . . . detailed. They’ve always been much more ‘impressionistic’ for me in the past.

“Are you sure it’s one and the same?” “Yes. And I’ve been getting the same dream ever since.” “Tell me about it.” I shake my head at the ground, on the verge of tears. I do not want to admit this but the dream has spooked me. I clench my fingers in Helios’ hand and take in a shaky breath. It is time to spill my heart. So I tell him everything, leaving out not a single detail and in silence, Helios listens to my story. “Udbhava,” he whispers when I finish recounting the details of my nightmare.

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

she sighed and hugged me for a moment. Her eyes glazed over and I knew that she was mind linking the others. Soon the room was flooded with our friends and the Alpha and Beta along with a relieved looking Sally. "I was so afraid that I did something wrong and you were stuck." she cried out. "Stuck where?" Paul asked. "In the dreamworld." she answered. "That can happen? Why didn't anyone tell me that?" I asked with a fearful voice. "Oh be quiet. You're fine." Sally snapped playfully.

But one thing is certain, our freedom is sure. From the moment I discovered the scrolls and unlocked their secrets, I started having this mysterious dream that tends to keep me awake all night. I dream of war and Chaos, it happened in one night, and on that night, our whole lives were about to be destroyed. The war and chaos from my dream were too unbearable, it made me call out to the moon goddess in pain. Then all of a sudden, the chaos died down, and I find myself in a room with a beautiful damsel, dressed like an angel. I couldn’t gaze at her face because it was so bright that I had to look away, to save my eyes from getting blinded. She stated her hips sensuously, and I felt aroused by