Example Of A Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

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.”

When they were done, they told me goodnight and went to the other houses on the property close by. I spent my evening hanging out with the kids in the living room with some TV before I had them bathe and tucked them in. I went to my room and showered in a nice hot shower again for almost an hour before crawling into my nice warm bed. I lay there and drifted off to some type of lucid sleep where I was asleep yet I was still awake. You know that type of sleep where you're sleeping yet you still know what's going on and can't or don't react to what's going on in the room. That's what it felt like, but I still felt drunk, so I wasn't sure what was going on. Was it real or was it a strange dream?

I could feel the chakras from Jane crawling into mine right at the wrist where our skin touched and from mine into my Ariana's. All I could hear was silence, the lightness of the wind. The energy building up to a level higher than I had ever felt—Then more silence. I opened my eyes and this time I found myself sitting alone in the room, everything seemed empty and the feeling I was getting was like being in a dream I was aware of. In my Lucid dream I walked toward the door, listening to Ari's dog making a yelping noise and barking. Everything in the room looked like it had been devolved into something I didn't know.

If only she knew. I had never said a word of it to anyone, but over the past few nights, I have been getting strange dreams. Lucid dreams that felt so real that I woke up with ice-cold limbs. I didn't remember them once I was up, but the phantom feeling of their occurrence always remained. How could I explain that to anyone? And anyway, they could actually mean nothing. But what if they mean something? I pushed the thought into the deep recesses of my mind.

Dylan had an epiphany at that moment, and an idea came to him. "Have you ever heard of Lucid Dreams?" “What is it?” “It's a club that caters to every need, or something along those lines. It is the coolest club I have ever been to. It's ideal for hanging out; you should look it up and we can hang out there. What are your thoughts?” “I will research it and get back to you.” “All right, just let me know when you make your decision.” Rita's phone rang at that moment, so she excused herself and returned later. He almost missed it because he was preoccupied with what he saw the last time he went to Lucid Dreams.

It was late at night, and Lucas was deep in slumber. He was a Rank 7 Evolved One and thus did not need Biggy to guard him as his awareness had reached a terrifying level. All of a sudden, the door of Lucas's room was pushed open. He was able to wake up immediately even though he was in the middle of a dream. He activated his Mind's Eye but saw no one except Lora Lorenzo. He was dumbfounded, wondering what was Lora doing in his room in the middle of the night.

Belle told her. "Oh, well. If you say so. Victor and I have no problem in any aspect of our relationship, and yes, there are ways in which you can learn to control when you want to wake up and when you want to stay in the dream, especially since here you're usually fully conscious that you're dreaming, or what would be called or considered, lucid dreaming. In this state of mind, and since Victor and I are mates, our connection is in different levels more tangible than other people you could meet in a dream, but I'll give you an example."

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.