Example Of A Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

Luke and I exchanged confused glances. "What do you want?" Luke asked. Liam sighed. "I've been having strange dreams since I was a kid. It's always about me transforming into some sort of beast. Today it changed.... I.. in my dream I was attacked. When I woke up, I heard footsteps in my house and when I checked, all I could see was some sort of purple fog everywhere. I was horrified. I stepped out of my house. After that, I don't remember what happened. When I came back to my senses, I found myself in an alley. My clothes were torn and stained and I-I had claws"

A contrast of day and night at its peak. Subconsciously, she started feeling her body to check if she was indeed dreaming. Gently, she plopped on the fluffy floor of clouds, seeing her hands just slip through her arms. It’s been normal for her to have lucid dreams after the accident. No wonder she has a hard time connecting with other people after that. "You're not dead, I mean not yet," the voice chuckles and her brows knitted in annoyance. "I'm not trying to rain down on your parade either."

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

I told myself again and again it wasn’t real. ‘‘I was in a high-end, reputable hotel, my door locked, security layers thick. No one could possibly be here. Was it some ghost I have heard stories about European hotels.... No but its impossible. I am in London city not some downtown motel. This had to be one of those dreams... no nightmare, the hyper-realistic kind I'd been battling the previous night as well. I read about it. Yes it is definitely Lucid dreaming followed by sleep paralysis.’’ I thought to myself.

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I did not know why I chose that spot, but I was not about to question myself. I was about to put her down when she stirred in my arms, and her eyes opened, her unusual violet eyes focusing on me, as I watched the smile fade from them, and in its place, first fear, then terror. AMELIA I was dreaming. One of the very few times I had a lucid dream. I was at home, and everything was back to normal, back to how things had been before I had decided to shatter it all by declaring that I wanted to go to college. Juliet and Helen were laughing over some boy that they had hunted, only he wasn't just a boy, he was a man. A werewolf male, an Alpha with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes -- and he was furio

ELOISE I don't think I've ever had a lucid dream. Dreams to Eloise Carter were a rare experience. Nightmares and terrors of the night were more of my forte but being completely aware of my actions in a dream was new to me. A wise person once said by embracing your subconscious, you gained a different way of seeing and experiencing. An expanded doorway that explored hidden vices of oneself. I had half expected tonight to be riddled with horrible replays of that unfortunate night but there I was having a heart to heart with Matthan. He looked real. He looked flesh and bone but I knew this was a dream. Since it was nothing but a dream, I didn't hold back. I said every word that lingered at the

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that. "We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams." "You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous.

I am not losing my mind! She heard his deep chuckle. “No, you’re not losing your mind. This is really happening. I should have told you, but in our dream...it’s not really a dream. We’re connecting.” Her eyes flew open. What? “What?” She stood perfectly still, waiting to see if she could hear him again. “I can explain it better later. I just picked up on how upset you were...” She squinted. “Picked up? How? How are you inside my head when I’m completely awake? How can we talk inside my head?”

The once sunny day, turned cloudy and he sat by the bodies of his family, crying and once again falling into the bottomless pit of darkness. Lucian woke up with a jerk, he was breathing heavily and was panting loudly, he was in his hotel room, still sitting on the couch. His drink was still resting on his lap with his fingers clutching onto the tumbler. He was confused, what just happened? And as he calmed his fast beating heart, he realized it was all a dream, it was nothing but a dream. Ava was still alive and the two children in the dream don’t even exist. He placed his hand on his chest, he has never had such a dream before and it was a different kind of nightmare. A nightmare that start