Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

“Bash!” Gaia woke from her dream screaming. She shot up in bed. Her eyes quickly scanned the room as she gradually realized she was alone in bed. Gaia’s body was drenched in a cold sweat and her heart raced, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember anything from the dream. All she could recall, was the sense of dread that turned her stomach.

Draven's POV The dream started soft, hazy, like a memory I couldn't quite grasp. I was standing in a meadow I didn't recognize, the grass swaying in a warm breeze that carried the scent of wildflowers and earth. The sky was a deep shade of blue, the kind that promised endless summer, the kind that made you believe everything would be alright. I turned, searching for something I couldn't name, a restless ache in my chest, and then I saw her.

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.

"He is a Millenium Dreams band member." My mouth split open as I realized what had happened. That's why I believe almost everyone here knows him. Millenium Dreams were introduced to me by Sancha; I listened to them once on her cellphone because she has a copy of their song's audio. I was immediately captivated by how beautiful their voices are and how well they harmonize. But that's all there is to it! I was never interested in getting to know them one by one because I was content just hearing them sing. Sancha also mentioned that they were just getting started, so how come so many people knew him?

"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"

I said to myself, and pulled the covers over my head, trying to push all my thoughts away with the word ‘tomorrow’. Eventually, sleep came to find me, and I drifted off. Unfortunately, sleep had nasty plans for me, as I found myself in a dream where Darius never returned. I could hear him calling for me. “Hazel, Hazel.” He called in the dream, but I didn't know where he was, nor could I reach out to him, and I grew old in that dream. Thanks to the sun, however, I was able to open my eyes, and escape from the horrible dream.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed. “You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.” Aiden. She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes. “You were warned.” “No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.” “It doesn’t need to be.”

Pure evil incarnate. Suddenly, the search was on. Frantically looking, running about. She did not know who or what she was looking for, but she knew she must become whole again at once. And then a vision of horror. Scarlet droplets turning to an endless flow. Disbelief overshadowed by rage, and it was over. An incessant need to run, to escape, to flee this place, never to return. They would never return.... Cadence bolted upright. Despite the chilly room, she was sweating. At first, she couldn’t remember exactly what she had been dreaming about, but she knew she had been sprinting in her dream, and her chest heaved as if she had been truly attempting to outrun a predator.

I uttered, “It's too small. It would be better for me if I sleep there.” “There's no way I'm letting you sleep there. My mother would be turning in her grave.” He smiled. Before I could say anything, he patted me softly on my head. I watched him leave the window and walk straight to the bathroom. A deep sigh escaped my lips. I pounced on the bed—exhausted. When Damon got out, he laid on the sofa as he scanned his phone for any new updates on the whereabouts of the evil organisation. I was already fast asleep in Dreamland. I felt like I was floating around a cloud. It was fun—gliding and soaring through the sky. I felt free. Suddenly, the bright clouds turned gray and I started falling. I clo