Dream Prison Novels & Stories

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.

Damien POV: I awoke with a start, my heart pounding as the remnants of a nightmare still clung to my mind. The moon's soft glow illuminated my chamber, and I sat up, rubbing my temples to dispel the haunting memories. It had been a dream about Amia—the day I stood against her, resulting in her banishment from our pack. I recalled the accusations, the anger, and the bitter taste of betrayal that had clouded my judgment.

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

But no matter how hard he struggled, he remained ensnared in the grip of his own powerlessness, his cries for Jane lost in the vast expanse of the void that engulfed him. And that is when Dean jolts awake. His eyes snapped open, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he emerged from the depths of his traumatic dream. For a fleeting moment, the remnants of the dream lingered in his mind, haunting him with its cruel illusion of separation.

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.

Aiden That evening, I roamed around the estate till late. I attempted to sleep, but was plagued by bizarre nightmares. I fidgeted, agitated and tense, yearning in vain for some kind of peace. I wanted to see Sydney again, but I needed to take a break from her for a while. For the sake of my mental health. Sydney had managed to influence a shift in me that I didn't like. I couldn't get the image of her face out of my head, especially the way she had stared at me just before she climaxed.

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.