Escaping Dreams Novels & Stories

Someone has to track it and kill it before tomorrow night. I lay back in my bed and close my eyes waiting for my consciousness to leave this realm. I stay on my bed with my eyes closed waiting and waiting but nothing happens and then realization hits me. I can't make the jump. ********************************************************

I briefly wondered who had written the song, and what they had endured to create a piece so magically beautiful. Since coming to the Iridescence Pack, I hadn’t had a single dream. Back at home, I savored each ridiculous and crazy dream. My dreams had been my own personal escape from my pack. I could be anything, anyone in my dreams. Since my arrival, all trace of my own dreams had vanished. Apart from the time I had met the Game Master, I had dreamt of nothing but darkness.

A narrative that may harbor the solutions they've sought, the purpose they've yearned for, and the pledge of a destiny that transcends the constraints of their reality. The dream's enchantment lingers, its details etched into the new character's thoughts like an indelible mark. A sensation, reminiscent of the pull of destiny, urges them to delve into the meaning behind the vivid images that unfolded in their slumber. Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye.

The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted. My legs felt weak as I inched closer, trembling all over. I kneeled by her side, carefully cleaning her up. Eve kept her eyes tightly shut, but tears continued to stream down her cheeks. I hugged her trembling body tightly. "Eve, let’s try to escape again! I’m ready this time. We’ll go together." Her eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in them. "Can I... really still get out?" I nodded firmly. She gently squeezed my hand, and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

He was very happy and gave her the blessings while going out. The train started leaving the station after two minutes and for Navi, it was like she was leaving behind her heart but she promised herself to get her man back with a bang and make him realize what a rot he was. She chuckled to herself. Taking out the earphones she plugged in her ears and started listening to soft music, "looking into my eyes, you see what you mean to me…." Bryan Adams, her one of the favorite singers, with closed eyes. She was awoken by the call from Anamika, both chatted for sometime and then promised to stay in touch. After talking to her, she drifted back to soft sleep in her chair. Another four hours and she'

I sighed, shaking my head. “You weren’t trying to be closer to Brant. If anything, you were trying to get further from him. The closest to a fixation on him you had was trying to get him expelled for all the shit he pulls. Trying to protect people from him.” I admitted. “I want to be a few thousand fucking miles from that piece of shit. Hell, if I could, I would like to launch him into space with a set destination of the sun. Then not only would he finally be far enough from me, but he would also never be able to come back.” Cassidy snorted.

"Where are you? And I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always. This sick, strange darkness. Comes creeping on, so haunting every time. And as I stare, I counted. The webs from all the spiders. Catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you. And hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight." All five of us scream as loud as we can. From all the yelling, my attention of awareness is nonexistent. I didn't smell ocean hitting my nose or never did I hear any footsteps.

"I couldn't help it. I was bleeding, that bleeding that night shattered my whole dream. I felt wretched, I was deteriorated. I screamed harder expecting my friends to hear that screaming of mine. No one –no one was there to help. My friends left me to myself, they turn deaf ears and ran off. I mean, I could still see their shadow before my eyes turned blank. They were the last thing I saw that night. Just a night they said, but that night made me realized the kind of person they were. All I could thought of during that time was just to stab myself to death, he could have just let me die instead, rather than making me suffer that day. I passed out during that moment he was on me. I woke up an

I clench my eyes hard, why am I stuttering in front of him? "Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate to be able to speak with one of Millenium Dreams' members. Goodness, how did I look earlier? I'm weary as hell!" Sancha exclaimed as we walked down the corridor. "Can you get over it, Sancha?" I irritatedly said. That is true, but is it necessary to repeat it every second? "What? I'm a fan, and his appearance pleases me. Don't tell me you don't agree with me?"