Dream Prison Novels & Stories

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."

cedars and snow visible from every angle. A prison made of peace. And slowly, strange instincts began to return. When I passed a locked door, my fingers twitched - three times clockwise, two counter. When I saw a touch-screen panel, I knew how to override its encryption before realizing why I would know that at all. My dreams were filled with fractured images – a girl with fire in her eyes, an older woman smiling before vanishing, blood on glass, and the echo of someone screaming my name. And every time I saw Damien, my chest hurt.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

***** **UNKNOWN LOCATION** Chris tossed and turned in his sleep, his face contorted in pain as a nightmare took hold of him. In the nightmare, he was back in the dark, cold cell where he had been imprisoned for years. The walls were damp, and the stench of rot filled the air. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, digging painfully into his skin as he struggled against them. Every time he tried to move, the chains rattled, echoing in the suffocating silence.

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

I give one more determined and desperate push to my body after getting up, and I find myself flying out of the window. I land harshly on the ground and a sharp pain engulfs my right elbow but I ignore it and get up as I begin to run for dear life. I have no idea where I am or where I'm headed, but I just keep running. I'm too young to die now. Raymonds POV; I grunt lightly as I open my eyes. I'm feeling a bit tipsy and my vision is a blur. I shut my eyes back in a bid to comport my system and get better control.