Dream Core Novels & Stories

he sighs and turns to one side. Tears accumulate in my eyes and begin to descend, I cry in silence curled up next to him, without moving for fear of waking him up and ending up hurting me more. I think a few hours have passed when the dream returns and little by little I fall asleep again. Dark. The expression on Max's face tells me she's worried, she hasn't said a word since I told her about the leak. I'm sitting in front of the laptop with my eyes fixed on Max. “Do you think it's the girl?...” he asks finally, I sigh and I answer honestly

I let out the air and just watched her figure vanish into the dark empty space. I stood in the dreamscape for a long time. After a while, I realized that I didn't know how to get out. I wasn't going to suddenly wake up. I was still surrounded by nothing but dark empty space with a solid floor. It all felt real enough, but at the same time, I knew it wasn't real. I closed my eyes and willed myself awake. That didn't seem to work.

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

DREAM OFF ** Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake. The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Liam in the shadows. To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty... The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“The tree will do the rest.” Crystal looked once more at Ryder. His eyes were blazing with fire and something else. grief that hadn’t found words. She let out a deep breath and leaned back. The roots cradled her. As her eyes closed, the forest exhaled with her. *Dream Realm — The Memory Beneath* It was dark, not empty but deep Crystal opened her eyes to a world tinted in silver and ash. The ground shimmered like rippling in a pool. Trees stood in the mist, tall and stripped bare.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.