Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

He was weak and too naïve to believe that Dante would play it fair against him. One night he had a nightmare again but this one is different. He sees Deadrei in his dream, she was trying to ask for help. He saw in his dream how the Dark one took her in the mansion. “No!!!” Rio woke up panting and was soaked in sweat. “I must escape this prison, Deadrei needs me.” He utters to himself. …

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His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

To lessen his impact, the Nightmare Master put him to sleep, forcing him to use his frequencies to spy on people, among other things. Frequency runs every bit of technology you see, from the nightmare eye in the sky to even everyday devices that people use. He controls every bit of it, but even with all that control, he's not in control. The Nightmare Master forced him into a coma and hid him in the middle of Nightmare Land so he could use his frequencies. He gets released like us, but it's not exactly the same. He's still stuck in a coma, but he's able to use his frequencies however he wants during the month he's free.

Daniel, now a grown up, held me close, his burning kiss falling on my forehead as he whispered, “Rosie, will you become my mate?” I’d thought all my years of praying had finally been answered. I’d believed I was the luckiest person alive. However, at the end of the dream lay the icy walls of Silver Prison, Jessica’s vicious laughter, and Daniel’s cold, disappointed eyes. I jolted awake. The lingering sweetness of candy still brushed my senses, only to be drowned by the sharp sting of disinfectant. Above me wasn’t the blue sky of my puphood memories, but a stark, white ceiling.

"I've been praying. To every god I know. Begging for intervention. For help. For anything." "Have they answered?" I ask. "No." His voice breaks. "And I don't know if that means they can't help. Or won't. Or if we're truly on our own." We fall asleep tangled together. All of us seeking comfort. All of us terrified. All of us fighting. I dream that night. Of eighteen years passing in seconds. Of the Void King pieces activating. Of becoming him. Of Hope absorbing us. Of everything ending. When I wake up screaming, my mates are there. Holding me. Soothing me. Loving me.

She asks curiously. "In that dream, I saw you were waiting for me in a studio-type apartment. But then, I also saw an older version of you in a hospital. I was talking with a guy and then I got arrested. The prison looks very futuristic but I want to escape. Before I could, I woke up from that dream!" Drake said it as if he was there.

The events of the day felt surreal, like some kind of twisted nightmare I couldn't wake up from. "Try to get some sleep," Raymond said gently, dimming the lights. "Tomorrow we start planning." Sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when my parents are prisoners? But exhaustion eventually won out over anxiety, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. My dreams were dark and twisted, filled with images of burning houses and screaming voices. I saw my parents chained in some dark basement, calling my name, begging me to save them. And standing over them, always standing over them, was Dominic with that cruel smile and those predatory eyes.