Dream Mirrors Novels & Stories

"He did. I could feel it. He did it. I believe in my hallucinations now, but I am not mad." "Ai, it was all your hallucinations and nightmare all along. Because he do drugs you to sleep, you can't deny the fact that while you sleep he would do it. That drugs also help in controlling your mind. That causes you to hallucinate the act, then you believe it is reality all along. Nightmares are normal after such experiences." "Oh my goodness. What have I done? What have I done? Oh no." I cried guiltily as my palm was on my head.

dad tell with a smile ruffling my hair " How did you sleep, kiddo? Did you still have those dreams?" " Yes, dad. They won't go away but I will be fine. I am getting used to them." I replied " Its just that it hurts to see everytime when I see that pregnant woman die in my dreams and I always have the memories of a man named Easton. The man call that woman Mi Reina and sometimes Minerva. I don't know what is her name but it doesn't matter. It's jsut a dream but it always feel real. I feel that pain like it is me that is dying in the dream."

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

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.

My eyes come down from the ceiling and find his face and his expression hasn’t changed, which is the training, but his hand has gone still, which is the man. “That’s the third time you’ve described a dream with this content,” he says. His voice is steady. “I want to explore what the dream is telling you about your current needs.” “It’s telling me I want to fuck my therapist.” “It may be telling you that you’re ready for sexual intimacy again and that the safety of this environment is allowing that desire to surface. The object of the desire – me – is likely a projection.”

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.