Example Of A Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

he admitted. “Was it real in my dreams?” I asked. “Very,” he replied. “How could that be?” I mused. “Our physical world is nothing more than a lucid dream for the soul. We have the ability to shift the composition of that dream. That’s why you and I are able to communicate telepathically,” he said. “I literally felt you making love to me in my dreams,” I said with wonder. “You are a delicious young thing,” he said, huskily, as he inched ever closer.

"But I slapped myself earlier and it hurt." "Feeling pain doesn't guarantee that you're not dreaming. There's lucid dreaming, you know. Everything is possible inside a dream." Gray pulled on her loose shirt that made her tiny body lie down beside her. "Now sleep." Clutching on the hope that she would escape this nightmare, she closed her eyes and forced herself into a state of slumber. *** "...a...ia...Zia...ZIA...ZIA!" Zia woke up to the violent shaking on her shoulders. "...what?"

For a split moment, i shut my eyes tightly, waiting, anticipating, But not even a sound was made. And once again, the disappointment washed over me like sea sand. Till slowly, i drifted off to sleep. ***** “No…no!…i didn't do it!…i didn't!” Lucas's voice jolted me up from sleep. He struggled, even with his eyes closed, like a panic attack, “Hey…heyy…heyy…its just a dream.” I rushed to his side saying. Then his eyes flew open. His breath was ragged and his eyes unsteady,

No noise of any kind broke the complete stillness of the woods. He’d never been aware while dreaming before, but it had been a strange night all around, so what was one more weird thing to add to the pile? He remembered hearing someone say that if you could lucid dream, you could make yourself do things, like breathe underwater, or fly. He mused over it a moment, then took two running steps before leaping into the air . . . and falling to the ground with a thump. Twigs and leaves dug into his cheek as he fell on his face. “What are you doing?”

My heart was beating so hard, it felt like it was trying to claw out of my ribs. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced a deep breath. Maybe this was just a memory. Or maybe, I looked down at my hands. My fingers were trembling. Okay… deep breath. Count them. “One, two, three, four, five…” I counted aloud. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…” I stopped. Then I looked again. “Eleven…” I whispered. My voice cracked. “Twelve?” “What the actual...” I gasped. Okay. Okay, definitely dreaming. I had twelve goddamn fingers. Yep. This was not real. Lucid dreaming. Or a nightmare. Or a vision. Hell, maybe Lucien's ghost was screwing with me, I don’t know.

(Marcus’s POV) So uh… Apparently I learnt something new today. That is, to not eat three cups of instant noodle and passed out to bed. The reason I said this to, well, myself of course, was because of the fact, an odd fact, of me waking up in a forest in the middle of the night. Even a mentally unstable person know this isn’t the reality, but I was caught astounded. I am probably among those people who wished to have a lucid dream; experiencing the joy of gaining control inside your dream and do whatever you wanted for a short amount of time, everyone just needs that.

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

It was reflective the way the moon rays shone through the blinds of the bedroom on his half naked body laying on the bed. The moon did well to paint his image on the wall as an artwork dipped into dark paint, and the breeze though whistling quietly did nothing to stop the sweat that was forming around his body. The candle flickered as the wind blew in again as he heaved peacefully in his sleep, Lucas turned and tossed but not fluttering his eyes . The unease he was feeling in his sleep was glaring to the peering eyes of the night that looked upon him and as he tossed and turned again heaving heavily, he slipped deeper to a conscious part of sleep, a Lucid dream.

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.