Is It Bad To Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

Lucien took the first step forward, about to take the second one when the floor beneath him opened up and he fell down like a weightless peice of paper. The next thing he knew, he woke up on his bed drenched in sweat while the sound of his alarm blared beside him. He stretched out his arms and yawned, taking comfort in how warm it felt under his blankets. His dream had been so real that even now, hours after waking up, he still found himself drifting off into it again before snapping back to reality. I'm such an idiot! He thought with a sigh and rolled onto his side. What am I going to do? What is this? Why can't I control my dreams?

“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m simply stating facts. I came here for answers. I think I’ve gotten them, and I’ll be on my way soon. But if you use your abilities on Lucian, and he figures out what’s happening, he might not be as interested in having a conversation as I am.” “Lucian is all brawn and barely any brains. I’ll be surprised if he even pieces things together and doesn’t just chalk it up as a silly dream. Just remember, every time I cross your mind, I’m trying to get out of your reach. I’m better off on my own. Surely you can do that without stressing your pretty golden heads?” “I… well, that’s a possibility,” I replied, stifling a chuckle. She wasn’t wrong. My brother’s first re

James replied back, putting down the tea cup in its saucer. “How…?” Past life, reincarnation.. these stuffs seemed kind of superstition to Leevon. But for now, nothing mattered more than getting rid of all that. He wanted to start a smooth and healthy relationship with Calista and for that, he needed to know the truth about his nightmares and flashes. And moreover, why were they so prominent whenever hevwas with Calista …! “Hypnosis” … James replied, but added, “ I am not sure about that. I mean sometimes, the patient slips into it way too much that they ends up getting insane or loosing all of their memories.”

Tonight's dream was no different, only that it was scarier. What troubled him most was the timing. The nightmares had intensified ever since Stella had moved in with him. Lucian found himself grappling with these haunting visions more frequently. He had never told anyone about them, because whoever friends he had once told while they were in school had called him possessed, and ever since then he had never shared it with anyone. Lucian swung his legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through his tousled hair. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. He needed to clear his head, to make sense of what was happening to him.

“What do you think is happening right now, Sweetness?” “I’m dreaming, of course. I know the real you isn’t a vampire. But I had thought for just a second that you might be before I fell asleep. It has obviously turned this into a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from,” I told him in case honesty got me out of the dream. I had never lucid dreamed before, that I knew of at least, so this was all new to me. Noah chuckled. “You’re right. You are dreaming, but why don’t we turn this into a nice dream instead of a nightmare. Would you like that?”

“But remember, not all dreams aren't real. They're like movies playing in our minds while we sleep.” I opened my mouth to argue. “But—“ “I understand you, child.” Luciana smiled, cutting her short. “I do but what I am certain of is that not all visions are as seen, they sometimes have a different meaning to what meets our eye. The past cannot repeat itself and that was what your nightmare was about tonight, I would say you were only relieving what could’ve been the happiest moment of your life and what was the saddest moment of your life as well too.”

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.

I told him, also lowering my voice to a whisper. “Maybe he did,” Lucien agreed. “Or maybe—just maybe—you only saw someone who resembled that guy, and your mind did the rest.” My mouth opened to protest, but Lucien raised one finger as if to silence me. “I'm not saying that it was just a mirage, but you need to consider that option as well. You've been through a lot lately, and the nightmares may attack even if we're awake.”

“I think he is giving me bad dreams though” Lucien stayed quiet as I described my dream to him. When I was done he laughed, “maybe that is your conscious telling you to keep your ass in the house at night.” I shrugged, “laugh at me again and I won’t miss you at all.” Lucien paused, ” well in that case I guess I won’t stop by later.” I quickly opened my mouth to take my words back but he started talking again, “that’s what I thought.”

“And that she wasn’t me.” Silence filled the room. Lucien exhaled slowly. He reached out and pulled me into his arms. He held me close. His hand stroked my hair in slow and steady motions. “It was just a nightmare,” he said softly. “Nothing more.” But my body did not relax. “It felt… important,” I said. “Like a warning.” He tilted my head up so I had to look at him. His expression was calm, reassuring and almost gentle. “You have been through a lot,” he said. “The ritual. The exhaustion. Your mind is still trying to make sense of things. Dreams could feel very real.”