Dream Detective Novels & Stories

Vega then quickly took her phone. Afterwards, she looked up Detective Jim's contacts and called him. Detective Jim is a detective that Vega usually asks for help from and pays to solve cases whenever she has one. Detective Jim is a well-known and famous private detective in the world. Afterwards, Vega called Detective Jim. "Good afternoon, Detective Jim!" greeted Vega. "Good afternoon, Vega! What's the matter?" asked Detective Jim. "I have a case, and I want you to look for evidence from the case." Vega replied.

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.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Daphne gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she awoke. She blinked frantically trying to clear out the remnants of the dream. She felt exhausted from having multiple dreams since one night. She sighed, closing her eyes to compose herself. She could hear the distant sounds of the castle coming to life—servants bustling about, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the occasional bark of a guard's command.

Christopher and Leo enter the office of one of the best-known detectives. He worked as a detective in the NYPD until he retired at age 60 and is now one of the highest-rated private detectives in the United States. A young man who looked no older than 20 was sitting at a desk at the office's entrance. - Good afternoon. How can we help? - I was looking for Detective Joseph Rose. Can he talk to me? The boy recognizes the man from the television. That was Christopher Dixen, the CEO of Dreams Came True, Advertising, Inc.

I nod, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. That went a lot better than I expected. “Yeah. I think so, too.” I really hate to lie to him, but he left me no choice. This conversation with Matthew must happen, regardless of the consequences I’ll face with him. Walking into the station house, I saunter over to the coffee machine. I quickly poured myself a cup before making my way back to my desk. While taking a sip, I fail to notice Detective Simmons rushing to his desk. The entire cup gushing over my shirt drenching it entirely. I gasp out in shock and pain. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I barely hear Simmons frantically say.

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

said the detective “It’s a case that the Police department and also the department of security service, the D.O.S.S has been trying to solve for the past thirteen years. It is about an assassin, who has been exterminating major people in this city. The likes of Steve George, the head of Mars Technologies, Sarah Mills, the convener of the Women equality initiative, the list goes on and on”. "Anytime I tried understanding what the whole dream meant, it still made no sense to me. Seeing you here as the detective in the dream sounds odd and that is why, I need answers" Jane demanded.

Only recently had I begun to think that some of these dreams were real. With this new perspective, it was no surprise that I saw Dante in a different light. In my dreams, I'd seen him be threatened and manipulated. One could even argue that he'd been physically abused. He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector.

Her head buzzed and her heart ached. She wanted to believe this was some kind of nightmare, that someone was playing with her head, wanting her to see what they wanted her to see. But the longer she watched Danika and heard her confession that seemed to be coming from the pit of her stomach, the more assured she became that it wasn't some fucking dream. “What happened then?” the detective asked.