Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

I'm still in denial, there would always be a part of my being that would never accept the reality of me becoming a murderer. I groaned in frustrations, I had been trying the hardest to fall asleep but it wouldn't grace me. I tucked away my hands behind my head as I fixed myself in the springy mattress, trying hard not to make unnecessary noises and wake up the other occupants of the small room. It was hard though. Sighing, I resorted at looking the spider webs that elaborately adorned one corner of the cell. I felt oblivious, making plans how to remove each of them. Growing frustrated with too much thinking, I closed my eyes. It was gritty and papery behind the lids. A reminder that sleep wa

Eighteen months after Theron's imprisonment, the nightmares started. Not every night. Just often enough to fragment my sleep and leave me exhausted. Dreams of students burning in facilities I couldn't reach. Of Theron escaping prison and coordinating new attacks. Of everyone I'd failed to save staring at me with accusatory eyes.

I just had to deal with it. But my subconscious wouldn't let me forget. Once the genie is out of the bottle, I guess it is hard to put it back in. I hadn't dreamed since I'd first been arrested for assault. Night was just a long blank that I woke up from. When I was out of prison, when I was chasing my career, I had the same dream every night. I was the biggest fucking deal in the world. I would sell out stadiums and I would sing my music and people would sing along. I'd hear my shit on the radio and I'd have more money than God. And I loved that dream. I was just the pretty girl who could sing. Not the homicidal tranny.

Just as I was beginning to progress, my world turned into a spiral as light seeped through the dark and spun until I landed in a familiar dream. I was in a prison, chained up with a bar separating me from the gorgeous white wolf. I remembered this dream because every time I dreamt it, I wanted nothing more than to get to that wolf. I wanted to break my shackles and touch the wolf, to free her too, but I never could, and Fredrick’s sadistic laugh would echo through the cell until I woke up. But that wasn’t the case this time. Whilst I was still shackled and chained to the wall, the door that separated the cells was open and the white wolf was freed from any chains or bindings.

“You carry my child, and I’ll clear your bills within twenty-four hours.” His crazy desperation should have sent me running, yet here I was, still standing. I couldn’t believe I was even considering this. But all I could see was the possibility of being thrown into prison, with all my dreams lying cold on the floor. I don’t deserve that; my dreams deserve to blossom. I would do anything to survive this and come out stronger. I need to prove Leon wrong—I’m not just a liability; I have dreams too. But what’s the use of contemplating when I know I could never earn that kind of money, even if I worked for a decade?

The parallels were undeniable, and I couldn't help but question just how unusual this dream really was. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, revealing a heartbreaking truth. This dream, this prison, those piercing eyes... they were all directly related to Alpha Jax. The realization shattered my heart into a million pieces, as if the ground had been ripped out from under me. I had believed in our love, in him, but now it all seemed like a cruel facade.

That was where he could only see himself at the moment – at the lowest feet of utter disappointment. His worst nightmares had finally come to play right before his eyes. He had always feared that he would appear in prison sometime but was uncertain of the reason. He had even dreamt it sometimes and was sure most guys his age had all had that fear and nightmare once before. It was an uncertain fate that was most likely to occur to most men and he was all the more surprised as much as he was terrified at the realisation that it was finally now happening to him.

* * * After speaking with the detective James returned to his cell and sat on his bed,series of thoughts on how to escape from the prison kept running through his mind. "How I wish I can just escape from this damn prison and find a way to prove my innocence".James who was lost in thought didn't know when he uttered the statement. One of the prisoners in the cell opposite James heard him and he felt so sorry for him. "There's no way you can possibly escape from here".The prisoner said. James turned around to see who uttered the statement. "This prison is filled with CCTV cameras and apart from that the security here is tight so it'll be a suicide miss

Layla’s POV In my dreams, I often imagined finding the exit door from hell , a quiet place where I could finally rest, truly rest. A haven filled with serenity, far from instruments of torture, violence, and screams. Unfortunately, that dream was all it would ever be. I would never escape my prison. No one would come to rescue me. Who would want a woman like me? Broken, scarred, and burdened with a past too heavy to bear.

First he took the damn file and now he doesn’t let me contact my father. I am really stuck with in a prison. I can’t even see the real Sandra in my dreams. Maybe the connection between us is weakening which is really terrifying. If it breaks then I can’t go back to my real world. Everything is just falling apart. The only thing I am grateful for are the gardens here. they are filled with flowers. I loved them and somehow find myself strolling here almost all the time. It helps clams me down. I am currently thinking about the astral signs in my dreams. May be if I finding their meaning might help. But how do I do that? Ughhhhh so many questions but no answer.