Dreamcatcher Dejavu Novels & Stories

A message flashes on the SUV’s dashboard: "Subject B: Deviation Detected. Protocol: Total Liquidation." Author’s Note: Lorenzo is no longer the pawn! He’s using the ghosts of his past lives to fight back. But "Total Liquidation" sounds like Silas is done playing games. Drop a "🔥" if you think Lorenzo is the real MVP of this chapter!

Slowly, I lost every remaining ounce of my strength, and my eyes drifted closed. I snapped awake, gasping loudly for air as a wave of panic washed over me. "It was just a dream..." I whispered, pressing a trembling hand against my neck. My pulse was still very fast from the terrifying daytime delusion, but as I glanced out the window, I realized the sun had long since set. It was late at night. It hadn't been a daydream, it was a full nightmare. Just then, the sharp buzz of my phone broke the silence of the dark room. I looked down at the glowing screen, and my heart stopped. The caller ID read: Lucille.

I ask her. She looks down and turns away from me. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. We all have bad dreams.” I state. “It’s not a bad dream it’s a Deja reve. I’ve had it since my best friend was killed in front of me a few years ago. I haven’t had one in a while. I’m sorry to have woken you. I do appreciate you waking me up and stopping it.” She says with glistening eyes again.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

HE is there but how he can disappear in a second. Arghh! I know no one believe but this is not my hallucination. I'm fighting with myself when I hear someone shouting my name. I turn and my eyes come out of socket seeing a truck coming in my direction. Correction almost going to hit me. "Aaaahhhhhh." "Shut up," I'm continously screaming when a voice fell on my ear. I open my eyes and see damian. I turn back and look at the truck long gone and now he is standing with me in his arms on footpath.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

Just as she starts screaming the dream fades and I find myself back in my bedroom. To my horror, it’s not my bedroom, it’s my old bedroom and I am sixteen again. What is going on, Lyrica please wake me up. But it seems that I have no control of were this dream is going because suddenly I am standing and walking out of my bedroom towards the living room. I am surprised to see my whole family there, and one lucky guest who I recognise immediately, Natalie. She is also younger, but I can still see whom it is, I run over to her and completely in gulf her in a massive bear hug. It feels like ages since I last saw her, my parents all seem really happy about her arrival and I am even more surprised

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

After around five minutes, Jake began to get bored and started to doodle on his notes. He didn't payed attention to what he was drawing at first but after staring at the quick sketch he made, he couldn't help himself smiling. It was a vague art of the girl on the other end. When he turned around, he caught her sleeping. Her resting position made him thought she was at peace. The feeling wasn't clear at first, but the guy started envying her. Without his knowing, Anne on her dreamscape was having nightmares. Sweat started to rolled down from her forehead but she remained as placid as ever. Nightmares aren't stranger to her, Anne knew that very well.

My eyes slammed shut, and my lips parted as my walls clenched even tighter and the ecstasy built up even higher. Every thrust, constriction, beat, and sweat that dropped from my back caused the pleasure in me to triple. Stars burst before my eyes as my body trembled. The slap our thighs made when they slapped against each other faded along with their pants and groans, while my eyes rolled with the heightening pleasure. And then splash! I released a loud moan and pulled my eyes open. But to my surprise, I was hit with darkness. I blinked and stared again. The dreamcatcher hung over my head, dangled from side to side, signalling that I was back in my room, awake and alone.