Dream Prison Novels & Stories

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.

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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.

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.

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

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

It wasn’t malice. It was a natural, terrible consequence. The new laws of reality—Jailbreak, Scar, the Song—they empowered aspects of existence that were always there, just… quieter. And End… End drank them in. Fed on them. And it began to dream. Not of sleep. Of finality. Of conclusion. And its dreams… they leak.

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

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.