Dream Training Novels & Stories

Was it a dream? ***

"That sounds nice." We went to the cafeteria. Found a quiet table. She seemed to relax a little. "Better?" I asked. "Much. Thanks." "That patient really got to you." Her coffee cup rattled against the table. "Just reminded me of my own nightmares." "Want to talk about them?" "Not really." She looked out the window. "Sometimes I dream about running. Through forests. Being chased." "That's normal after trauma. The mind processes fear in dreams." "Is it normal to dream about things that feel more real than waking up?"

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

First, I set the candles, create the perfect scenery. Dream walking is the ability to enter and explore the dreams of others, and it is a form of dark magic. In Dream walking, I will enter the conciousness of others, it is usually seen as entering the dreams of others, but now, It is a means to enter someone's conciousness, and have total control over the individual. It is a means that could come in handy, becasue everyone dreams, and as long as they dream, it is easier for me to enter that persons mind, a means of manipulation. It is a means of communication, exploration, and to some, psychological healing.

I am pretty sure dating a demon wasn’t on my bucket list and for sure, this is not what he has in mind. “We need to do something,” I declared, determination seeping into my voice. “I can keep honing my power as a Oneiromancer here until I’m strong enough to cleanse whatever Morpheus is spreading through the realm.” Damien nodded, “I agree. You should start training to enter the dreams of those who suffer from nightmares—the ones whose fears consume them, making their waking lives unbearable.” I hesitated for a moment before asking, “Should I do that here, within this realm? Or… should I also practice in the real world to prevent people from dying? It keeps on happening still.”

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

She said, shaking her head at the thought. “Yes, look at this book I ordered. It is said that dreaming has been studied extensively, but much is still unknown about the phenomenon. Some researchers believe activity in the brain's prefrontal cortex is related to the development of Rem dreams. During the non-rem state, people are conscious of objects and events within the dream state, but they are unaware of the dream itself and cannot distinguish being asleep from being awake. Isn’t that interesting?” “Yes, but it almost seems like you live vicariously through your fantasies and dreams. And I want you to experience love in reality, Tippa, and you can’t do that until you get closure. The minut

I drift off thinking about what I want next in this life, now that I have finally achieved the only thing I ever wanted…a home. My dreams are lucid. Greta and I walking hand in hand, Trinity running around our legs in a field. They are both laughing and smiling at me. Then the scene shifts to the training grounds, both of my girls are here too. Not looking on, but by my side, we are all working as a unit. Trinity is older now with Greta’s fire blazing in her eyes, red-brown hair flowing around as she fends off opponent after opponent. I couldn’t be more proud of the woman she is growing to be. It shifts again, darker this time. The air is thick with tension, a blue-black haze making it hard

I heard the bitterness in my voice, the anger that had been building for fifteen years. "That's also possible," Dr. Morrison agreed, which was one of the things I appreciated about him. He didn't sugarcoat, didn't offer false hope. "The head trauma you sustained was severe. Even with treatment, complete memory recovery might not be possible." "But the dreams—the dreams are new. Or rather, they're getting worse. That has to mean something, right? That my brain is trying to tell me something?" "Perhaps. Or it could be that the stress you're under is manifesting in increased nightmares. You said you've been under significant pressure lately."

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.