Dream Prison Novels & Stories

To lessen his impact, the Nightmare Master put him to sleep, forcing him to use his frequencies to spy on people, among other things. Frequency runs every bit of technology you see, from the nightmare eye in the sky to even everyday devices that people use. He controls every bit of it, but even with all that control, he's not in control. The Nightmare Master forced him into a coma and hid him in the middle of Nightmare Land so he could use his frequencies. He gets released like us, but it's not exactly the same. He's still stuck in a coma, but he's able to use his frequencies however he wants during the month he's free.

“Yesterday afternoon, Denver called me into his office. On getting to his office, three men walked out. There was something about them, their scent was different. I thought they a part of us but not until Denver said they weren't. This leads to my dream. I found myself in an unknown place. This place was totally different from the Moon Night pack, it had this strange atmosphere. Then suddenly I began to hear voices, cries of people. So many people. Then somehow I wish I knew, I found myself running to where these voices were coming from. It was in a cave. I saw men, women and children, they were locked up like slaves. And in this dream, I saw those three men that came to Denver's office. The

I was now dreaming of being found innocent and being released from jail, but instead, I encountered my greatest nightmare. Serene was married to Kyrell. “No!" I exclaimed as I woke up. "Shut up! Do you think this is your mansion?" A harsh guard commented, while the prisoners in the other cells laughed and made ridiculous comments. “He's probably dreaming about being sentenced to life." “What? No, I think he's dreaming about money. Man, rich people don't dream badly right?" "Yeah, that is true; he may be thinking of being at one of those pricey brothels, being driven insane by—"

I growled, my breath ragged, my mind flashing—window cracked, shadow slipping in, hands on her again. We hit the landing, her door ahead, shut tight, the screams louder, muffled through the wood. I lunged, my shoulder ramming it, the lock holding firm, the frame rattling. Damien cursed, his boot slamming the base, the crack sharp, wood splintering as it gave way, swinging wide. I stumbled in, my eyes darting—the window shut, the room empty, just her on the bed, thrashing under the duvet, her dark hair wild, her face twisted, sweat gleaming on her skin. She screamed again, her body shaking, her eyes squeezed shut, trapped in sleep. “Dream,” Damien said, his voice low, his hand dropping from t

The events of the day felt surreal, like some kind of twisted nightmare I couldn't wake up from. "Try to get some sleep," Raymond said gently, dimming the lights. "Tomorrow we start planning." Sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when my parents are prisoners? But exhaustion eventually won out over anxiety, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber. My dreams were dark and twisted, filled with images of burning houses and screaming voices. I saw my parents chained in some dark basement, calling my name, begging me to save them. And standing over them, always standing over them, was Dominic with that cruel smile and those predatory eyes.

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"

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