Dream Prison Novels & Stories

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 is there but how he can disappear in a second. Arghh! I know no one believe but this is not my hallucination. I'm fighting with myself when I hear someone shouting my name. I turn and my eyes come out of socket seeing a truck coming in my direction. Correction almost going to hit me. "Aaaahhhhhh." "Shut up," I'm continously screaming when a voice fell on my ear. I open my eyes and see damian. I turn back and look at the truck long gone and now he is standing with me in his arms on footpath.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Once Hardeep came, together they followed the rituals and then Hardeep wasaskec to pick her up and take her to his room. He forcefully picked her up and I long strides covered the stairs and the moment he entered his room, he was shocked to see the decorations as he wasn't in the mood for all this. He dumped her on the bed, by the time he tried to get back , his friends amgad locked the room from outside.

"YOU TOOK AWAY WHAT I LOVED THE MOST" After the first contact of the metal in his chest, the screams of agony and supplication began. The unfortunate boy did not deserve such hostile treatment, he did not even deserve to live in that place, but he had not decided where to be born or to be the son of the person that the head of that prison hated the most. His only crime was to have been born in such a horrible place where the whole world forgets people; since his mother had died, the mistreatment by the boss increased to the point of him wanting to commit suicide to be safe next to his loving mother. Probably the day of his death had arrived, amid agony and unconsciousness, he saw a glowing w

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

He chuckled and admitted that it was probably overkill, since New York didn’t harbor the big bad bears and other beasts to the extent Montana did, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His explanation was enough to get me to relax and allow my body to heal through sleep. In truth, I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up. My dreams had changed quite a bit since the attack. They were still filled with Marc, but, instead of us always making love, there were outings, dinners, and long walks in the woods tossed into the mix. Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.