Dream World Novels & Stories

The house was huge, and the room Rafe assigned me was also huge. The soft mattress seemed to slowly swallow up my body, completely immersing me in the dream world I was looking forward to. I turned my gaze back to the dark hallway, and with it darkness enveloped me, making me feel like I was sinking into nothingness. But the next second everything returned to normal. I noticed a large green space and beautiful meadows. The blue sky is filled with slow moving clouds.

In this mystical world where reality and dreams intertwined, she found solace, joy, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. In the heart of the dream realm, Mama Hazel found herself surrounded by a chorus of whispers and laughter, a symphony of creativity that pulsed with the energy of unspoken tales and untold secrets. The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her.

I threw her into this blasted dream, all because I was afraid of what the queen would do if Primus never recovered. "Oh, it's far worse than that," Thalan warns. "If she is a universal dragon in the dream state and she changes herself or her surroundings, it could bleed out of the dream. It could become a new reality. It's how our ancestors found this planet. It wasn't discovered, it was dreamed into existence." "And if she's having a nightmare?" my eyes widen. "No." "Yes," Thalan confirms. "It becomes our nightmare too."

It is here that our dreams take us every night, visitors in a world where anything is possible but where only a few of us have the power to change things. When Primus was injured during the All Kingdome Faire, and I was tricked by the Technician to be trapped in that stasis pod with him to help him heal from his fatal wounds, through the mind-bending methods of the Moon Dragons, Primus and I shared a dream. In that shared space, we lived in a different world, and had a completely different life. Even though both of us were changed beyond recognition, somehow, by some miracle, we were able to see the truth behind the dream.

“Explain.” The dream-seer turned her clouded eyes toward the Throne. “She’s not sleeping through this world. She’s dreaming through it. The frost, the tides, the tongues—those are echoes. Preludes. The real dream hasn’t been written yet. But when it is, it’ll overwrite the waking world.” Ruby stiffened beside the wall. “You’re saying she might… create a new reality?” “I’m saying,” Myr said, “that if she dreams the wrong world into being, we all wake inside it.”

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

“Hush, child. You must have had a terrible dream after running off. The guards found you unconscious at the edge of the woods just before dawn. They brought you straight home. You were muttering about red eyes and shadows, but no one saw any beast. The Choosing is still tonight. Everything is as it should be.” I shook my head frantically. “It wasn’t a dream. He spoke to me. He said… ‘Mine.’ He licked me and—” I stopped, mortified, as fresh slickness pulsed at the memory. My shift clung damply to my thighs. It had been real. I could still taste his dark musk on the air. Mother’s brow furrowed with gentle confusion. “You’ve always had vivid dreams, especially when you’re frightened. Rest now.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.