Dream Reader Novels & Stories

Remember when that one show was on TV and you couldn't even get tickets for months afterward? 'Yeah, I remember.' Then I asked, 'So, what's it about?' 'The website said personal nightmares. It's called Dream House and it tries to get into your head, taking things that you are afraid of or thinking about, and brings them to life!' That did sound cool. 'So how do they know? What you're afraid of I mean.' Julia probed. 'I bet they make you fill out some form when you walk in, either that or they quiz you at the door or something. I bet it's going to be cool as hell!'

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

This place is unusual, really unusual. One of the many pebbles I threw, hit a tree. I stopped under the tree, resting my head on the trunk. If Stacey could see me now, she'll flip. Partly because of my fashion sense right now and also because I look like a deranged woman. The blue ripped jeans I wore this morning, was stained with dirt. It looked more like blue and brown dyed jeans. A bird's nest was better looking than my hair. For some strange reason, my body hurts, was it from tripping in the cafeteria? I hadn't remembered hurting this much, I barely hit the ground then. I remember going home, pissed but...... how did I get here? I can't remember. Allowing my emotions to overwhelm me, the

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Only recently had I begun to think that some of these dreams were real. With this new perspective, it was no surprise that I saw Dante in a different light. In my dreams, I'd seen him be threatened and manipulated. One could even argue that he'd been physically abused. He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector.

He was rugged, all male, his features grim and scarred, tough, very intriguing. She'd actually dreamt about him, and that scared her. She didn't dare dream of anyone. She had an enemy that could look inside of her mind when she wasn't being vigilant. Just the thought of that made her want to laugh hysterically. If she went to a counselor and tried to tell them he could read her thoughts, she'd be locked up in a padded cell. No one would believe her. She didn't even have the basic luxury of fantasizing about a man like Damonq sweeping her off her feet. She knew she would never be able to live with the reality of him, but she wanted to have the fantasy.

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

She looks over at me, “You really are hungry this morning." “I’m starving. When I woke up, my stomach was growling.” I take a bite of egg and notice her watching me closely. “Mom, I had a really bad dream last night. Did you hear me screaming?” “No, why?” She looks at me curiously. “I woke up and my door was closed.” I didn’t tell her about the old lady because I’m not too sure I was awake. It was probably just a bad dream. “Hm, this morning it was open, so you must have been dreaming. I didn’t hear anything last night.”

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Daeira dismissed then opened the door to the library, "Are you joining me here?" "No." Kalil said while going out her way. Daeira then closed the door of the library and found no lecturers were waiting for her. In the silence of the room, Daeira went to the racks of books with nothing in mind that caught her interest. She had finished the book of Conipuput. And her lecturers hadn't given her anything to study. Running her fingers blankly on the books, she then stopped at one book in glittering silver. As if it was calling her attention. She then opened it and read the preface. Not bothering to be in the table, she find a corner and sat in the floor instead. She just wanted to cloud her min