Dream Prison Novels & Stories

"Is there any way to stall them?" "Why do we need to stall?" Barren asks, giving a broad grin. "We can go straight to them. But first, put that suit on." Ten minutes later, I’m suited up and held tightly against Barren as the ground beneath us opens up and we begin to fall through the dream plain itself until we crash through a bubble and find ourselves in what looks almost like a BDSM dungeon filled with people in many different phases of sex and dominance. "What the hell?" I hiss as the stench of arousal reaches my nose. "Who the fuck dreams of shit like this?"

It would crush him; he would go insane. He closed his eyes to cut off the dangerous color of the sky. He let himself slide down the wall careful not to thrust the remnant of the arrow into his shoulder, his legs stretching in front of him, smearing the pool of blood that had formed during the last minutes. Behind his closed eyelids, no black, nor blue. He could only see dark red. The color of his nightmares. The color that had stained his body the last time he had tried to run away. It was too late for him.

At first, Daniel thinks he’s dreaming again, that's been mostly what he's been doing lately. Sleeping, waking, sleeping and waking all over again. It's been a while since his captor has come to say hi, and without his visits, means no food nor water. It happens sometimes now, half-dreams that feel real enough to hurt, where he’s free, running somewhere with wind in his face and not four concrete walls pressing down on him. He wakes up each time to the same stale air, the same rusted pipes, the same flickering bulb that hums like it’s mocking him.

Corinne murmured, “To opportunity.” Trevis smirked. “To choking a king.” The storm outside cracked the sky open like a warning. None of them listened. Damian had not slept. He had collapsed. Boots still on, jacket half-unbuckled, hair damp from a rushed wash — he had barely lowered himself onto the mattress before his body shut down like a fortress losing its torchlight. No dreams, no thoughts, just the dark, heavy drop into unconsciousness that comes when a man has bled himself dry in every way that matters.

Raymond had only just been sentenced to 20 years in prison when he received news of Laura's death, and he went insane on the spot. He wouldn't stop repeating his apologies and admitting that he was wrong, muttering them over and over again under his breath. Unfortunately, nobody cared about the words of a madman. … Three years later, Melanie's self-founded jewelry brand officially launched in Bell City. The same day, Raymond had a complete mental breakdown and killed himself in prison. When Melanie heard the news, it was the first time she had ever gotten completely drunk—alone on her balcony, crying and laughing by herself. She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like an

Finally, he answered. "The prison wasn't meant to last forever." The End immediately reacted. Its shadow surged. "Don't." The single word shook the sanctuary. Elias ignored it. "The prison was a temporary solution." The Heart's eyes widened. "What?" Elias nodded slowly. "The Dreamer wasn't imprisoned because it was dangerous." Silence. "It was imprisoned because it was dying." The world seemed to stop. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The Dreamer's eye closed briefly. As though the truth itself hurt.

The Prisoner. Another pause. The First Dreamer. The title echoed through the frozen world. Ama felt something inside her mind shift. A door. Not the breach. Not the Threshold. A door inside her memories. It cracked open. She saw impossible images. A figure standing alone beneath a sky full of stars. Creating worlds with a thought. Watching them bloom. Watching them fade. Watching endless possibilities die because only one could become real. Then sorrow. An endless, unbearable sorrow. A single wish.

I placed my sleeping mat on the floor, lay down on my pillow and covered my body with my comfy blanket. I glanced at the wooden cage and smiled. Zion was back and was already sleeping soundly. Good, I can finally sleep peacefully. I closed my eyes ready to retire to dreamland. I fell asleep quickly…my sleep was so deep…I ended up dreaming about my missing sister Becca. My dream started when I entered the palace and became a maid. I was assigned to bring food for the prisoners in the dungeon. Hundreds of male prisoners occupy the second level of the dungeon. The women are housed on the first level. They were put in several cells, two women in each cell.

And lastly the 'Abyss', the abyss is the deepest part of the plains it is the main cost of miasma, although no one can prove where exactly it comes from, people who come in contact with the abyss slowly turn insane the longer their exposure is, the abyss is filled with miasma that traveling in it can be very slow thus prolonging a person’s exposure in it. The plains of sleep are mostly inhabited by people which classify as dreamers, dreamers are normal people who are connected by "Tethers" from which is connected to their physical body, they constantly float and drift between the plains of sleep and if they wish to wake they unconsciously use the tether to return to their bodies. A dreamer's

…After that, I became so rampant that when I got back to my senses, I was in a special prison on charges that I did not commit… …Why is it that I am wrong? Why do I have to lose everything?... Drew kept on thinking in a narrow cage room. In the depths of despair, there was a voice that called out to him. "Brother, if I say whatever dreams you have, I can make them come true. Will you come with me?" ###### At present, in front of the Themeise hospital... "You won’t get the answer you are looking for, and you can’t stop us. Everything must end today."