Escaping Dreams Novels & Stories

Verena The night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight. I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.

She raised her voice because it had been another hour of waiting. Vale only shook his head. While Mark rattled and talked to one man. He pleaded that they would let them join their team. Fortunately, the guy agreed. “Damn! We might not see the sea of clouds.” Einille gritted her teeth. They finally started the trek, joining the other group. “Calm down! Trust me. We’ll witness it. We just need to fasten our pace.” Vale tapped her shoulder. Einille prayed that they would get the chance to witness the infamous sea of clouds of Mount Pulag. She was still cursing their tour guide, who didn’t arrive. They were two hours late from the original time of jump-off. It was her dream to see the heavenly

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Escaping is impossible. "May this nightmare pass as soon as possible." Tears flow down from Kevin's closed eyes. Only hoping is left in his hands. This nightmare has to pass!!! By any means!

he spits out in my face, making me rejected and alone as he kept reminding me every damn day that I am not a part of his family. That is how my dream always ends, it repeats itself like clockwork, and even if I try to wake up before it comes to an end, I wouldn’t be able to. It feels like I was programmed to have these nightmares and immediately after my nightmares end, I regain consciousness and I begin to think deeply about everything I dreamed about, searching for means and answers to everything I just witnessed. It’s always so difficult to interpret my dreams and get all the answers I’m searching for, but as I got to the ending this time, I didn’t wake up. I got past the part where I jer

"I love places like this." Malisha snickers. "And yet, you are always the first to get tired and use a spell to get to the top." Mirabel glares at her. "Have you not heard of the saying, 'Work smarter not harder.' Iris and Kimora giggle. Malisha walks quietly behind Kimora, and even though she told herself she would not do that, she can't help not thinking about the creepy dream she had. In their world, dreams were no something to take lightly especially if they weren't good dreams. Her mind keeps on drifting to the dream. She had come here to get a break on all that had been happening, but of course she could not get a damn break even on the first night.

Right now, I prefer the company of dreams. Dreams are truly magical places filled with memories and imagination. In dreams I can do things I could never do in reality. I can fly. I can transport myself back to New York, to Trevor’s apartment, to his fire escape. And then, in the blink of an eye, we’re together in Central Park, at Serendipity 3, or in his bed. The possibilities are endless, and in dreams, the destinations aren’t conscious. Each time I close my eyes, it’s like an adventure waiting to happen.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed. “You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.” Aiden. She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes. “You were warned.” “No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.” “It doesn’t need to be.”

Seeing the questioning look in his face, Leila understood what he was thinking and holding his hand said, ,”I know what are you thinking and I want you to carefully listen to what I say”, Leila took a deep breath as she said,” I am currently the leader of the organization and we believe that the president is compromised and there may be a possible mole in our organization, of which I can't give further details and I know that you are a good gamer? "How is that related to the security of the country?', Max asked confused, as he felt he was getting into something he shouldn't... Leila looked seriously at Max, Do you know the game "Virtual Dream"? Yes...Max started feeling uncomfortable as his