Dream Core Novels & Stories

Damon I woke up sweating heavily with my boy 's heart racing heavily. I couldn't help but gasp silently as I tried to calm myself down from all that was happening. I felt myself wanting to run from myself, and that was because I have a dream. I have a very bad dream about what was going on. I have a very had a very bad dream, and in the dream I saw a lady hovering over me while saying I was her mate. It was like I was traumatized by the dream and I felt my body wavering to the thought of that.

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

"I'm offering big money to hire a human hugger! One hug a day keeps the doctor away!" Amid the ghosts' contented murmuring, I wrapped my arms tightly around Erin. "I'm leaving. Be happy and let it go, alright?" She stiffened, then scrambled to shove something into my arms. Before I could ask what it was, my vision blurred. … When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. I stared blankly at the hospital ceiling for a long time, wondering if it was all just a dream or if I was… "You're awake? You collapsed from overworking yourself to exhaustion before your colleagues found you and sent you here. How are you feeling now?"

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

“Alright, witch. Tell me what happens when I step through.” Violet swallowed. “Once you enter… you won’t see reality anymore. The Dream Realm will twist your memories, your fears, your past. You’ll feel like you’re drowning in them.” “Sounds like my childhood,” Fenrak muttered. “Fenrak,” Violet snapped, tears in her eyes, “this isn’t funny.” He stepped closer and flicked her forehead. “I know. That’s why I’m making jokes.” Rhea shook her head, fighting tears.

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.