Dream X Novels & Stories

“How did you know about that? You weren’t even at the palace were you?” “Ever heard about I*******m?” Draymond frowned, waving his phone in front of Xavier. “I*******m?” Xavier shook his head. “Is that like a place in Jaime’s Woods?” “No,” Draymond sighed. “I totally forgot you are over a hundred years old. I*******m is an app, you can see anything there, pictures, videos and all.” “So I’m on I*******m?” Xavier asked. “Your video is,” Draymond said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “Come see how dumb you look.”

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head.

And who said he didn't like when he's being edged? Tonight was supposed to be the same but Azxel had fallen asleep. He jolted awake with a strangled gasp, his heart punching in his chest. He had a dream — no, it was a nightmare, Azxel called it a nightmare if he found Sky walking out of him in his dream. This time, he dreamt that Sky was walking away, disappearing into darkness with a dark chuckle and smile leaving him behind, not even caring about how he screamed or called his name, the worst part was that Sky wasn't even looking back.

Abigail instantly recognized the scent—a blend of mint and wood. It was so familiar that even after months, she could identify it in her sleep. 'I'm dreaming again,' she thought, 'about that man I shouldn't be dreaming of.' The dream felt unusually real. She could smell Xander's distinct scent and feel him massaging her feet. His touch was perfect, not too light or heavy, like he was professionally trained. It felt comforting and a bit ticklish.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

She had read the chapters on dreams in her magic book and had done a little experimenting with them before the xenorians arrived, but that was all. “When you try to summon a dream,” she said, remembering, “you have to pick one aspect and try to visualize it in as much detail as possible.” “Exactly. You’ve never seen the xenorians, so I was worried you would not be able to visualize one clearly enough to use for a dream summoning. But you’ve already seen them clearly in this other dream. When you go to bed tonight, focus on the image you just described—of a xenorian holding your mother. I believe that will give you your best chance of summoning a dream that might help us tomorrow.”

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

Liya presented her argument, telling me that she knew what a dream felt like, and what I just experienced wasn’t one. “Haylee? Look at me?” Xalen’s calm voice broke the thick ice of thoughts in my head. I turned my gaze to him, and he muttered, “Bad dream?” He spoke so softly, and my inner child leaped with joy, but at the same time, I wondered if I should call this dream a mental illusion or whatever that was—a bad one. I shook my head. “A confusing but oddly pleasing one that left me yearning for more.” Xalen couldn’t understand me, and I couldn’t blame him. After all, even I couldn’t understand myself or what game my mind was playing.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.