Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

) (voice echoed. No! I screamed out of bed from the same nightmare, gasping, craving for water. I held onto my cheek and pulled my hair backward. Ciara woke up suddenly in fear, she switched on the light beside her and held onto me. "what is wrong? You tremble, do you need water?" I nodded to her. "I will get you some," she hurried to my bedside to get water, but the jug was empty. "gosh, I'd just go downstairs to get some."

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

she encouraged. In the dream, Damien began, he and Brenda stood on a windswept cliff, overlooking a breathtaking vista. Their laughter filled the air as they watched their children playing in the distance, their smiles mirroring their own. They were surrounded by a sense of deep contentment, a life built on shared dreams and unwavering support.

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.

All I could think of was ripping her into shreds. Eretria pulled another trick up her sleeve and tried pulling off the exploding spell again but it blew up in both our faces and hurt the two of us. She crawled away leaving me on that floor where I watched as that light faded from my eyes. Daisy’s face came up like smoke. A tear trickled down my cheek. I muttered. “Daisy I’m sorry. I lost your medicine. I’m so sorry.” Everything went black after that. I feel into a terrifying dream where I couldn’t save Daisy and I couldn’t save Zephyr. They both died before my eyes. I cried in my sleep and tears flowed out from my eyes for real.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he remained ensnared in the grip of his own powerlessness, his cries for Jane lost in the vast expanse of the void that engulfed him. And that is when Dean jolts awake. His eyes snapped open, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he emerged from the depths of his traumatic dream. For a fleeting moment, the remnants of the dream lingered in his mind, haunting him with its cruel illusion of separation.

“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 dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

I was back in my room, snuggled all in my bed. Was the whole scene with Namhaid a dream? Relief rushed pver me as I sat up in my bed. "Nemi, you're okay!" Talia exclaimed, as she rushed towards me. I looked up at her, relived and confused. "Talia, what happened?" I asked her. Her eyes flashed a dark color before she smiled at me. "You blacked out when you went outside, you don't remember anything?" She asked me. I shook my head. She sighed at me. "You got mad at me, came in here, and then you went outside. I went out there, and found you passed out on the ground." She told me, painting a story that I wasn't sure was true. "I had the weirdest dream." I confessed, not letting her onto my suspi