Dream Prison Novels & Stories

"Is there any way to stall them?" "Why do we need to stall?" Barren asks, giving a broad grin. "We can go straight to them. But first, put that suit on." Ten minutes later, I’m suited up and held tightly against Barren as the ground beneath us opens up and we begin to fall through the dream plain itself until we crash through a bubble and find ourselves in what looks almost like a BDSM dungeon filled with people in many different phases of sex and dominance. "What the hell?" I hiss as the stench of arousal reaches my nose. "Who the fuck dreams of shit like this?"

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

“We only record.” Vera felt her pulse slow as her vision faded. Beyond her closed lids, dreamlights flickered. A familiar haze coalesced: violet comets, silver plains, and the black wolf’s silhouette. She inhaled the dream world like sweet incense. A spark of panic flared. This place—this prison—was built to cage even Alpha minds. If she failed to control her gift under these dampeners, she risked shattering her psyche. The crystalline nodes crackled. A tide of voices whispered at the edge of her mind: tortured Alphas crying for release, guards muttering prayers for deliverance, the distant toll of the high tower bell. The mask constricted, pressing shards of glass against her cheeks.

“W-What do you mean?” He doesn’t move, “I was trapped in there. That forest was a prison.” He nudges his foot and my eyes catch a broken shackle around his leg. There is no chain attached to it, making it look like it was recently broken. I feel tense. None of what he’s saying is making sense. Why was there a small boy held prisoner in Damien’s mind? And why is he in my dream? “Wh-What was it a prison for?” “I think you mean who,” he smiles and I clench my fist to hold in my shudder.

Slowing it down. Why did I dream about him? I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry and my lips were chapped. My head was pounding a bit, patting my forehead I noticed that my wounds were covered in bandages. And I'm changed into freshly cleaned clothes. Big grey T-shirts with red boxers. Narrowing my eyebrows in confusion I pull myself off the small bed and My body feels a bit weak as I become light-headed. I try to blink it away but I start seeing black dots appearing. A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy.

My voice raises but a pitch higher as my screams echo through the empty warehouse, “For fuck sakes. We have to go there now.” With that, me, with my bloody and bruised up body, races for the car and make our way to the prison. I just hope that she is still there, or at least she has gone home, but my attempts to phone her go unanswered, and neither is she answering the home phone. For fuck sakes, Jenna, how can you have been so reckless? …Jenna POV… So I have sealed my fate again.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Quinn glared at Serena, frustrated. “Mom? Why is Quinn calling you Mom? Could it be… Is she really…?” I clutched my chest, feigning heartbreak as I stared at them. “Stop pretending! You already knew about me and Lannister, and you know he’s not dead. This is deliberate murder!” Quinn lunged at me, trying to wrest the gurney from my hands. Her eyes blazed with fury as if she wanted to tear me apart. I stood still as she approached, but when she reached for the gurney, I extended my foot and tripped her.

Damian croons. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back the way he came. As we move through the dreamland, the horrible forest of my nightmare slowly transforms. Gone is the blood and horror, the unwelcoming darkness that tormented me so terribly. It’s gradually replaced by the glittering woodland of our dream dates, and I feel myself changing too. No longer an injured, frightened little girl, but the woman I am today. I don’t know how long it takes, but Damian carries me all the way to our dream bed and climbs on, pulling me into his lap, “There now. I’ve got you, baby. It’s Over.