Dream Core Novels & Stories

"Actually, this fruit is called Dreamshade. Your son fell into a deep sleep because he mistakenly ingested it." "Dreamshade? I've never heard of it." "Dreamshade is a purple fruit that grows on the Dreamshade Tree. It contains a substance called Dreamshade, which can plunge a person into a deep sleep and dreams, making them unable to wake up and distinguish between reality and dreams, ultimately leading to a sleep-induced death." "Sleep-induced death?!" Zachary widened his eyes in horror. "I also ate this fruit, but why is it only my son who fell into a sleep?"

Macarthy Winslow awoke gradually from his sensual dream. In the recesses of his sleep-fogged brain, he could see a pretty woman sucking his pulsing penis. As the cobwebs began to clear and he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Without lifting his head, he reached his hand down to the soft hair of the woman lying on the bed sucking him. He heard a moan as his hand began to encourage her movements. Slowly, his memory came back to him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

“Daniel, we have to talk.” Daniel knew there was a time and place to tell her what he was, and he felt like this was the time. “Emma, do you remember what I told I can do?” “Yes, Daniel I do.” She stared at him as he paced the room. “That place I found you it was a nightmare you keep reliving. It was when your parents died.” Emma was confused and had questions, so Daniel explained more. “Since I can walk into dreams or nightmares, there is one drawback. If you die in the astral plane, you stay dead out here.”

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

When I dream, I see Carnelia waiting for me, wanting me, calling from the other side of a long, dark tunnel. "Primus," she cries, praying for me to return. "I need you. Please, don't die." With a snap, I wake to a cold room, the sound of snores and whimpers blending with the crash of waves. My body, bruised, battered, and singed, burns where cold hands touch me, my flesh unable to make scales to protect me from pain. Blinking up, a drake made of darkness hovers over me, his body outlined in blue as it drains away the fire from the net trapping me.

“I’ll stay long enough to show them where not to go and the locations that must be watched.” “Good. We’ll see you later then.” Once in the building it was a matter of closing one’s eyes and willing yourself to awaken. Yolanda opened her eyes and looked around. Catherine and Farah were both awakening too. Bleary eyed, they’d sat up and looked around. Going into the Dream Realm for an extended time wasn’t restful at all. It sapped the energy from your body. Like it needed that energy to keep you within the Dream Realm. Therefore, one never spends long within the Dream Realm. It could kill you if you weren’t careful.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.