Dream Mirrors Novels & Stories

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 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.

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

Taking a deep breath, I let my consciousness slip into the dreamscape. --- The nightmare is worse than I imagined. Mira is running through a twisted version of Eclipsehaven—the place she must have heard me talk about. But everything is wrong. The glowing trees are blackened and dying. The shore is covered in bodies. And chasing her are shadows with silver eyes—manifestations of her fear of her own power. "Mira!" I call out, my dream-form materializing beside her. "It's me. It's Sevia. You're safe." She doesn't hear me. She just keeps running, sobbing, the shadows gaining on her. I try to calm the dream, to reshape it into something peaceful. But Mira's fear is too strong. Every change I make

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

And from the tear, a *scream* emerged not from a mouth, but from the world itself. That night, Aria couldn’t sleep. Not from fear, but because dreams had become dangerous. Ever since her children had returned, her dreams had become portals of their own. Places where time collapsed, where visions bled into each other. Tonight was no different. She found herself standing in a corridor of mirrors, each reflecting a version of her children Rowan weeping in chains, Elara floating above burning ground, a version of both walking away while she screamed for them to turn back.

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

**Moon Shine Pack** Darian sundelly woke up from his sleep his green eyes is now turned red. He just had a bad dream the same dream that keeps hunting him daily, no it not just a dream it the reflection of his past which is always scaring and stopping him from falling into a deep slenmber the past he will never forget. Darian always find it difficult to fall into a deep slumber even if he tried his brain always woke him up and everything that happened five years ago will come playing on his head like it just happened, that is the truman he have been passing through.