Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ I wake up with a long gasp. Looking around, the aesthetic tells me I’m in the prison hospital, but it doesn’t tell me how TF I got there. Just then, Jane walks in.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

Damien’s POV Elena and I fall asleep in each other's arms after the confession I made to her about my dreams. When she tried to inquire more about it, I had nothing to give her. I don’t quite understand it either. So as I drift into sleep, this is the matter I still have on my mind. And then, it comes again. The dream. I find myself in front of a small room. One that looks like a prison. The smell of blood lingers into my nose and I hear a soft hum sounding from inside the room.

It is here that our dreams take us every night, visitors in a world where anything is possible but where only a few of us have the power to change things. When Primus was injured during the All Kingdome Faire, and I was tricked by the Technician to be trapped in that stasis pod with him to help him heal from his fatal wounds, through the mind-bending methods of the Moon Dragons, Primus and I shared a dream. In that shared space, we lived in a different world, and had a completely different life. Even though both of us were changed beyond recognition, somehow, by some miracle, we were able to see the truth behind the dream.

I sigh. “You are going to have to fill me in on everything,” Amina says. “But first, I need a shower and to find something cute to wear. I hope my cousin picked me some good clothes.” I get myself a glass of water while waiting for everyone else and think about what a strange, long day it has been. I started by waking up from a vivid dream that I swore was real until the prison walls felt like they were closing in on me and then was on the verge of being raped by a guard when Dylan came to save me and brought me here. I met my mother and her mate and my half brother and the Mystic who implanted the vivid dream in my mind from afar. This is almost more surreal than the dream, especially learn

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

It faded to black. He jolted out of bed, they were gone. He looked around, he was in his own room. It was a dream, only it wasn't, subconsciously it was his memory. a fraction of what happened that night. He was sweating, his heart pounded faster, harder. He could never have agreed to something like that. He was assaulted. His hands were shaking. He was assaulted and he can't prove it.