Dream World Novels & Stories

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

But I did it. From now on, that bastard was locked out of my dreams. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. Sleep started to pull me under. But somewhere between waking and dreaming, a brutal, overwhelming power slammed down. My ward shook violently. The silver net shrieked under the pressure. A second later, it tore apart. My perfect ward shattered into silver dust and faded into the dark. A towering figure shattered the dreamscape. He walked like a dark god. Heavy. Absolute. I wanted to back away, but I couldn't move a muscle.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

Something a shifter learns when they are young to ignore, mostly. Ignoring everything around her, Yolanda began the arming of the device in a section of young trees. They’d checked their location several times. The lands of the Dream Realm reflected that of the other realm, but it was a mishmash of what the land looked like at different times. With buildings long gone in their reality, still existed within the Dream Realm, and that included the trees and lands. But one thing never appeared here. There were no insects or birds. But nightmare-type creatures hunted each other, and those that visited the Dream Realm.

It might be selfish to think, but she wished for them to remember her because of her and their time with her, and not just because she was a mother and a wife to them. After they had their breakfast, as Adrian wishes, they will go to the amusement park. Of course, they had to patronize their own. So, they went to Dream City, one of the largest projects made by the Empire Corporation. It is known as the City inside the City. Just like its name suggests, in Dream City, you can find almost everything you were dreaming of, whether you are looking for luxury or affordable places and goods. Inside the Dream City, there are hotels and condos, a shopping mall with boutiques for local and foreign bra

(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."