Fild Lucid Dreaming Novels & Stories

Someone opened my eyes and flashed a beam of light into my eyelid. I heard him talking to someone as he checked my other lid. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I struggled to come around, but sleep was not having any of it. I continued struggled against the languid feeling but eventually succumbed. When next I came around, my whole body felt heavy, like I had been thrown under a bus. There were aches and pains in my joints and my head - my poor head felt like it was going to split into two any moment.

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."

Winning Lucian’s trust was the next big task, and I was ready for it. As I lay on the bed, exhausted from the day’s events, I tried to let my mind rest. But as soon as my eyes fluttered shut, I felt an odd sensation, like I was being pulled from reality. It was subtle at first, like drifting into a deep sleep, but then the feeling intensified, and the world around me started to blur. The walls of my room melted away, and in their place was an endless expanse of soft moonlight and shadows.

Could Aunt Kaylie be losing her memory? I shook my head and searched again for a store where I could buy a dream catcher. I didn't know of shops nearby or ones selling charms like dream catchers. While I was searching, I came across the term "lucid dreamer" and clicked on it to read more about it. A lucid dreamer is someone who can control their dreams and move and decide according to their desires. They often escape dream paralysis, like the incubus... "Incubus?" I paused and tapped on the highlighted word, but my phone suddenly died.

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

Veda recited back to me. “Well, I just saw him.” I whispered across the table to her. “Really? And?” Veda asked with wide surprised eyes. “He was gorgeous. Stark brown hair, blue eyes with a dark brown rings around the edges, tall and…” I paused trying to find the right word. “Perfect.” “Ah, but not Josh, huh?” “No,” I answered. “So, have you written any of this down?” “Actually, I just did this morning. I think that, that is how I was able to keep my mind here for as long as I did. Normally, when I have the dream, I can't think of anything but Laylan.” I laughed and she began to laugh with me.

The dreams, which Lior knows about not through direct access but through the specific quality of what the bond carries from Lucian's sleeping mind, the texture of active dreaming distinct from the texture of dreamless rest. The dreams have stopped. Lior confirms this on the seventh night after the ceremony, the bond transmitting from Lucian's sleeping presence only the smooth blank quality of dreamless rest, no texture, no movement, no evidence of the mind working through things in the way that sleeping minds do when they are alive and inhabited. On the ninth morning, Lior asks directly. "When did you last dream?" Lucian looks up from the morning correspondence. Considers the question with t

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.

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Mark, 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?" Mark sounded incredulous.