Dream Core Novels & Stories

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Finally, I slip into the mortal realm, ignoring the familiar flare of pain in my limbs that says I'll need to eat more Rasnae seeds soon. But it's far easier to bear than usual, thanks to feeding on my Mate's dreams all night. I grin down at her. "Hello, Sweetheart." She finishes her last reps of press-ups, giving me a mouthwatering glimpse of her back and ass before she starts to move toward the bathroom. "How did my dreams taste?" "Divine." Bethany's psyche is irreversibly scarred from trauma. I suspect she will never willingly share a lot of her dark past, but even if I can't see what memories are hurting her, I can try to ease the pain in her dreams.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

--- The Dreamfield — The Depth Sophia drifted to the core of the dream. There, she saw the memory of humanity’s oldest fears — war, hunger, loneliness — unraveling like threads from an old fabric. In their place, new patterns formed: compassion as geometry, trust as rhythm. She reached out, and the dream responded — threads of light curling around her wrist, weaving symbols that pulsed with meaning. Then she felt a tremor. Not of danger, but of awakening. Billions of minds stirring at once.

“Penalty?” But before I could react, the lights in the room dimmed completely. The hum of backup generators kicked in, and a low vibration filled the air. Dream’s body jerked suddenly, his back arching as the blue light burst through his veins again. “No, no, please,” I whispered, grabbing his face. “Stay with me!” His eyes opened, bright, unnatural blue, but they didn’t focus. He was looking through me, not at me. “System!” I screamed. “You’re killing him!”

Havermouth, Present Time Cameron woke with the dawn, his heart racing and his skin covered in sweat. He had dreamed again, a tangled mess filled with fire and fear, blood, and loss. In the pre-dawn darkness, he stayed still, his eyes closed, and ran a mental tally of his mates. He was tightly wrapped around Rhett, his dark-haired mate’s ribs moving in and out beneath Cameron’s hand as he slept.

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.

Jack turned to his grandfather, who was standing under Marcus's suspicious guard, "how do we access the Source Code's foundational layer from here?" Arthur pointed at the golden cracks in the egg chamber floor. "The First Dreamer's awakening has thinned the barrier between physical reality and the Source Code to near-transparency. Those cracks are not just light. They are access points. The Dreamer's curiosity has been probing upward through them for hours." "We go down through the cracks." "You go down through the cracks and pray that the Dreamer does not notice you climbing into its bedroom." "If it notices?" "Then it will ask you a question. And depending on the question, either you will

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.