Example Of A Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

Chapter 21: Lucian can be seen on his king-sized bed sleeping like a log of wood. While sleeping, his facial expressions change rapidly showing anger and disgust. Lots of sweat drops have distilled on his forehead and he has his fist clenched. He is clearly having a nightmare - something that's very much unlike him. What could be happening?.... Lucian’s POV~

"In my experience, Miss Voss, magic rarely deals in mere poetry. The universe is incredibly conservative; it never wastes a profound connection. Why do you ask?" Rebecca swallowed hard, her professional armor cracking just enough for her vulnerability to show. She looked at the towering walnut shelves, then at the heavy ledger containing Lucian's heartbreaking words about the twentieth century. "I had a dream last night," Rebecca confessed, the words rushing out before her academic caution could stop them. "A lucid dream. It didn't feel like a fantasy or a trick of the mind. It felt like a memory, raw and absolute, but it wasn't mine. I was in a room made of old stone, a terrible storm was s

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm. ………………………………………. Let’s get back to my sister’s husband. I went in search of him to have a hearty discussion, at least he should know a thing or two that I don’t know, maybe he might even know of a way to go back and forth to the dream world. I saw him seating on a chair all alone, I wasn’t sure what he was doing, that ignorance almost cost me everything. I went ahead and called his name but I didn’t get any reply so I went further, that was when I discovered he was saying something in a weird language, a language I later discovered that it was the dream language.

I hug her as tight as I can and she does the same. "I had the craziest dream," I tell her. "So did I, I was locked in the school and there were these demon-like creatures and..." I cut her off "and we lay there lifeless under the demon." She looked at me shocked "Did we have the same dream?" "I think so." "Did we astral project?" she looks at me "No, if anything it was a very realistic lucid dream and we both shared the same dream." I look at her while explaining "I've heard you can dream the same as someone but to both lucid dream the same thing, that is a whole different level."

“Ummh, you taste good Alpha, too bad you aren't mine.” Luka jolted awake. What the hell just happened? Was it a dream? It felt so real, but as Luka looked around frantically, he realized he was in his room, on his bed. It was just after midnight. Luka jumped out of bed to get some fresh air on the balcony but instantly felt a warm, thick liquid on his thighs. Reaching down he saw that the liquid resembled the one he had seen in his dream. How strange! His dream could not have been real, so what was this sticky Liquid doing on his thighs? Confused by it all, Luka needed to speak to someone about what just happened. He knew the only person he could speak to was Lyle. He decided to try the Twin

his voice trailed off, disappearing into a silent abyss of remorseful grief. ——— —Present Day— Lucian woke with a start, gasping for air, and drenched in sweat. That same relentless nightmare had once again disrupted his sleep, leaving him longing for the days when he was heavily sedated and buried in the ground. At least in that deep slumber, his mind was at peace. Beside him, a comforting warmth enveloped him, serving as a reminder that he had invited Visenya into his bed. In her sleep, she had unconsciously shifted closer to him, her soft body pressing against his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

" Dad ignored me. He turned, grabbed Andrew, and left. Their footsteps faded down the hall, and the world went quiet. I curled into the corner. My stomach hurt as if a knife were twisting inside it. I did not know how long passed before I closed my eyes in a daze. In my dream, Dad opened the door and lifted me gently into his arms. Mom, Andrew, and Megan stood around me, smiling happily together. Then suddenly, it felt as if someone had shoved a red-hot piece of iron into my stomach. The pain jolted me awake. I cried out. I rolled on the floor like a fish with its tail crushed.

If it wasn’t a hallucination, then I was still asleep in my room at the Villa, resting from Jasper’s assault. “Dreaming.” I mumbled to myself. “I’m dreaming.” “You’re not dreaming.” Lucius said wryly. “This is a lucid dream.” I nodded to myself. “I’ll wake up any moment now.” The corner of his lips quirked up, revealing more of his fangs. I felt my knees grow weak. “Oh, shit.” Lucius watched me with curiosity. “For someone so smart, you can be incredibly thick at times.” He pinched my cheek. The sting made me jerk. I hissed. “There. It wouldn’t have hurt if you were dreaming.”