Dream Prison Novels & Stories

**Moon Shine Pack** Darian sundelly woke up from his sleep his green eyes is now turned red. He just had a bad dream the same dream that keeps hunting him daily, no it not just a dream it the reflection of his past which is always scaring and stopping him from falling into a deep slenmber the past he will never forget. Darian always find it difficult to fall into a deep slumber even if he tried his brain always woke him up and everything that happened five years ago will come playing on his head like it just happened, that is the truman he have been passing through.

‘WAKE UP!’ August’s voice jarred me awake. I frantically sat up, trying to figure out where I was, only to find I was still in the castle turret room turned into funhouse mirrors. So I’m not awake. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up when I heard August. “Stupid fucking shit witch….” I grumbled, getting to my feet and picking shards of broken mirrors from my palms. Nothing seems to have changed in this damn place. The broken mirror was still there with the same broken image of August dying like a puzzle I didn’t want to put together. I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare.

Layla’s POV In my dreams, I often imagined finding the exit door from hell , a quiet place where I could finally rest, truly rest. A haven filled with serenity, far from instruments of torture, violence, and screams. Unfortunately, that dream was all it would ever be. I would never escape my prison. No one would come to rescue me. Who would want a woman like me? Broken, scarred, and burdened with a past too heavy to bear.

The door closed behind her, and the screams dissolved into darkness. With a gasp, Hazel woke up, drenched in sweat. The vividness of the dream lingered, leaving her heart pounding. She surveyed the room, finding the bed comfortable yet unfamiliar. This wasn't the room she remembered, not a place she could recognize. The realization hit her — she was in Wyatt Romano's captivity. A surge of panic propelled her out of bed, and she hastened toward the door. "Please, open the door!" Her plea echoed, met only by the silent resistance of the locked door. Her hands pulled at the doorknob, exhausted and weary, the desperation in her cries reverberating. The door yielded suddenly, revealing a figure a

It was a mistake to let my guard down, I should have been more prepared. "You want attention? Now, we are giving you attention," a voice crept into my ears. The horrors were starting to haunt me again, the ghosts of my past swarmed in and I felt drowning with fear. "Welcome to hell, " the voice added; a solid punch connected to my stomach. “I promise, you’d wish you could just die.” "We got prisoner two-zero-zero-one, he would be an addition to the next group, be ready for the next game." I heard one man said before another punch was sent to my abdomen and I lost it, I succumbed to darkness once again, another nightmare came in a landslide.

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.