Fild Lucid Dreaming Novels & Stories

When the Sakura iced tea arrived, Viper took a sip. "You don’t want to get drunk tonight?" he asked. "Nope. I’m having lewd dreams about her," he said, sipping through the straw. "It’s very painful, you know." He turned back to Miss Porcher. "What?" she asked innocently. "Dreaming of someone who rejects me over and over again. It’s painful here." He pointed to his chest. "But the most painful part is having erotic lucid dreams." The barman laughed while Miss Porcher flushed in embarrassment. She shook her head and finished her martini.

I haven't been the same since that encounter with the old lady—the one who whispered strange things which haunt me like a curse. No, I've been dreaming about Yuki repeatedly and it's not getting any better. it's affecting me Physically I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I cannot think straight without a glance at those long lashes, that peculiar smile, and the voice that seems louder than this cacophony of club music. So here I am. Here I belong at Lucid Fire, one of the most expensive and exclusive clubs in the city—where fantasies supposedly become a reality. For I am dead.

"Let's hear you out." She leaned back against her bed and closed her eyes like she was also contemplating on her own end. When she opened her eyes, she looked ready to talk. "I've been having strange dreams for the past few days. I don't know," she laughed to herself. "It's just been so strange, so unreal and lucid at the same time. The first time, I thought I had really experienced it because I felt so awake, so active. I wasn't asleep but now, I'm starting to think it was a really lucid dream."

I said to my friend and he snorted. “Girl, with the schedule you keep you can basically give a vampire run for his money. But yeah, you are right…sleep is necessary,” he said as they both took out their books from the lockers and checked in their classes. “What did you dream of this time?” asked Rook as we proceeded towards our English class. “That I am in a field of wheat and keep walking and then suddenly I am wheat myself and I am happy,” I replied. Rook stopped for a moment and then he said with a sigh,” Ai, I have to tell you that you have a serious gift for summary. What was that? Ten words?”

This time, I’m not just remembering, it truly feels like I was reliving that nightmare from years ago. I feel myself standing up, each step heavier than the last. Was this what lucid dreaming was? Where you felt like you couldn’t control your body, but you could see just what was happening? Could understand what was going on all around you? Because that’s what’s happening to me now. My body felt hot and heavy but it knew that it wanted to go to the door.

The remaining hours were spent in a state of light sleep, particularly after she took her medication. On the nights following Jake's departure, Lila consistently sensed an unseen presence within her room, observing her and occasionally making physical contact. She was always aware that it was Lucas. He consistently visited her during the darkest part of the night and departed silently, like a phantom. On certain occasions, she would gaze back at him, her eyes partially open. He would take a seat at the end of her bed and look at her with longing. Sometimes, he would touch her, while at other times, he would maintain a distance.

I remarked with a smirk. “Indeed. I brought you something.” Eldon said to me. Really? He held out a necklace on a silver chain with a light blue pendant in the shape of an oval. “It has Lake water in it. So, when you feel like your about to snap from the pressure and the bad memories, hold onto this pendant and say, ‘water dream’. It will help clear your thoughts. It should also help you focus on your task for this fight.” Water dream. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I replied warmly. There was a series of small explosions beyond the double doors. “Any suggestions before I go and face my fate?” Aside from not dying?

" the officer asks. "Lucid dreaming" is a term used to describe a state of dreaming where the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming. This awareness allows the dreamer to control and influence the dream, to some extent. "Sebastian" has never heard of this before, and he's a bit skeptical. But the officer seems to know a lot about it. "Some people who have lucid dreams say that it's like being in a virtual reality world, where they can do whatever they want," the officer says.

she opened her eyes and looked at her mom. "I told you not to lucid dream often. It may affect your mental health," her mom said. "Mom, what's the importance of having a power like Lucid dreaming if I wouldn't use it?" she asked philosophy. "Nicole, sleep paralysis is always twin to Lucid dreaming. See what happens to your great-grandmother who Lucid dreams about often? She died," her mother said while preparing her uniform. "Mom, I'm not like her who abused it and escape reality," she replied.

But frankly, that wasn't the only reason why I couldn't ask for his help. I couldn't bring myself to trouble him again. I'm well aware that he is busy preparing for the football game in two days, and I don't want to disturb his focus. “Stephanie,” I said, lowering my voice as though the very words could shatter the moment, “can I ask you something?” “Yeah, absolutely! What is it?” She replied, her curiosity piqued. “What does it mean when you consequently have lucid erotic dreams about someone?” I blurted out to Stephanie, my voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. She just wide-eyed stared at me like I had gone crazy.