Dream Mirrors Novels & Stories

She said trying to barrel past him with no avail guess her streak had worn off "Look" He said shoving a mirror into her face She was instantly awed, her eyes spun in multicolored lights, hypnotizing even her, but the shock wasn't over, his eyes shifted turning the same color as hers "I know what you did" he said " I have been having dreams about you too, I saw what you did at Brett's party, I am just like you and we need to talk!" †† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable way

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

Ife gazed at her collarbone in the mirror, bearing Alo and Farrells marks proudly on her skin. No one could ever question their bond again. Speaking of the two devils, they appeared behind her with her claiming marks showing on their collarbones. What a magnificent sight they were! It happened again, she had the dream again showing her collarbone marked on each side by two men that looked almost identical. Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon.

Let’s go have fun” His dad ushered him to move along. “Dad, can I ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure son. What is it?” His dad responded. “I’ve been having these bad dreams lately. Why am I having these scary dreams?” shyly, he asked. His father stopped walking and fell silent. Melo turned his head up and looked at him. “Hmm. I am not sure how to answer your question, son. Dreams just appear out of nowhere, you know? They are just pigments of our imagination. A form of way to remind us that the brain never stops working even as we close our eyes” His dad answered.

She began to tell me something that started to freak me out. "My mother used to have series of dreams too, like you. The dreams repeat every night, and every time, she would have not just one dream, but two, three, sometimes four. But they're the same every night. Years later, her dreams started happening in reality. And it happened exactly like how it would in her dreams." I swallowed hard as I continue to listen to Lady Dahlia. What on heaven is happening? "We call it the Eye. It lets you see something from the future through a series of dreams. Your dreams, my child, are hints from the future."

I was taken aback slightly. “Vampires have dreams too?” I interjected, not able to help myself and earned a scowl in return. “Of course we do,” he replied and continued, “I always dream of...blurry faces you know, of voices which I find familiar but never meet.” His voice had turned distant and I hardly realised that my mouth had hung open because that’s exactly what I dreamed of. “Like some are nightmares, but you know that it’s all related?” I said, almost breathless. Damian’s head snapped towards me, his eyes wide as he nodded dazedly. “Yeah, that’s…” he trailed off.

Leaving one mesmerized by how the soft glow of the moon refracted on the opals of the locket. Lydia is fast asleep on the bed across the room where she and Morrigan stays, but Morrigan had been tossing herself on the bed for a few hours already, but it seems that the God of Dreams seemed to be elusive to her, refusing to bless her with a peaceful night of sleep. Every time she dared to close her eyes the nightmare she had the other night haunts her. The image of her mother lying in the middle of the sea of fire, bathing in her own blood always comes to her mind. Every time those vivid images come to mind she unconsciously quiver in fear. She's scared that once she surrenders herself to her d

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.

The most harrowing part is that I am unable to escape this torment, even in the safety of my dreams. Upon waking up, I am immediately confronted with a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that seems to follow me relentlessly throughout the day. It's as if the haunting presence of my nightmares refuses to let go, leaving me constantly on edge and hyperaware of my surroundings. Every creak and whisper sends me into a state of heightened alertness, bordering on paranoia. Trust becomes a luxury I can't afford, and I find myself unable to let my guard down even for a single moment. The intensity of these dreams is so overwhelming that I often wake up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest, and

The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists. In her dream, they were on a sun-drenched beach, the sound of crashing waves filling the air. Laughter danced on their lips as they chased each other through the shallows, the cool water washing away the day's stress. A stolen glance, a playful touch – the dream Deimon delicately built on screen became a tangible reality within her subconscious.