Dream Prison Novels & Stories

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

He spoke with so much determination. "And what will I actually get after sleeping with you?" Dean's lips curled into a smirk and I realized I was bargaining with him. I can't believe I'm even considering this. "Freedom" "Freedom?" I asked dumbly, unsure how to respond. "Yes," Right now freedom sounds like a beautiful dream come true, especially after what happened. For the first time after I came here, I saw a glimmer of hope. I could get away. Excitement runs through my whole body.

I wake up screaming my heart racing, my chest tight like am losing my breath, my eyes burning like I’ve been crying even when I don’t remember crying, my pussy aching and wet and my nipples hard from my own need! And the worst part? The worst part is that sometimes… I still hear his voice after I wake up. Like an echo. Like it followed me out. I don’t know what to do anymore, who to talk to without them dragging me to the psych ward. The only exception is my best friend Sylvie! I mean how do I escape a man who’s made it his intention to be everywhere I am, even in my dreams! It’s like am fucking cursed! The internet says these dreams might just be a figment of my imagination, a Reddit post s

Then I hear nothing at all and the rest of my slumber is dark and uneventful. That night and the next day fly past, I have no way to tell the time but I am most certain that it has been two days since my capture. My only hope of getting out of here is somehow persuading Aidan to let me out of the cage, and making a run for it. But I don’t even know where I am, how could I possibly be able to run when for all I know, I am running in the wrong direction. As I think about my escape, Ash pops up into my head. He is not here, there is no way for him to save me, and it is my turn to save myself but how. With that thought a feeling of deja vu hits me. Like someone has said something like this to me

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

She said, The ground cracked open, revealing a pit filled with one thousand prison cells. Ten chains from the underground pit reached out and wrapped around Serena's limbs "No please no...forgive me...give me one more chance please!" It was horrifying, what I was watching as it pulled her into the pit, bound her to the prison walls and the pit covered up. My heart was beating so loud I couldn't hear a thing, I looked up to see my mother's eyes on me and my heart seized. I jerked awake panting, trembling. "It was a dream."

Not yet. There would be time for grieving. Now, there was only the mission. Find the cracks. Break the illusion. Wake up. Because this dream wasn’t heaven. It was a cage. My name is Sophia. fucking. Lancaster! And I was done being locked inside.

He promised to be back in three days. While all this was going on, Aiden was having trouble sleeping. Ever since Anita called him Damien, he had been having trouble sleeping. Every night, he was tormented with vivid images of him that wasn't him. He understood that it was the past he used to dream about and the one Anita walked him through. In these dreams, everyone called him Damien, but he didn't feel like he owned that name. He would see a girl crying in front of him and another girl begging him to save him. In another, it was his lookalike that lay either dead or unconscious beside him.

Whenever I close my eyes, the same scene plays in my mind over and over. But this nightmare never ends. Waking up is the true nightmare. I am stuck in a series of harrowing encounters. One that will never end. - PIPER ~~~~~ Lenard’s Den My name was Piper. As far as I remember, I was a happy-go-lucky twenty-three-year-old working at Lin Corporation, a corporation that does everything from production to sales and deliveries. But one day, because of defending my best friend Sherry from her attacker, I fell into his trap. Then they abducted, abused, and broke me in cold blood.

*Damian* I am held in chains on a platform outside of any cell block. I was on my knees, my head hanging low since the collar on my neck is so heavy. I was weak, I was starved and dehydrated, days without sleep. Every day, a woman comes to torture me with something new to offer. I’ve been beaten, stabbed, drowned, burned, suffocated, and much more. Yet somehow I healed quickly and no scars appeared on my body. I look up to see the sun rising over the wall, the cold air from the night still lingering. The sun was warming me up but not by much. I needed to escape! I need to do it today or else I’m afraid that my life will end here. I try to get up but my legs are weak from sitting on my knees.