Novel & Cerita Lucid Dreaming Books

~VITTORIA ~ I laid lazily on the hotel bed that evening, arms stretched out and my face upwards facing the ceiling, staring at the dimly lit crystal chandelier. I couldn't stop thinking about North and Isabelle. And I couldn't help but wonder if Roman had been aware of their relationship all along but had decided to add it to the not-so-short list of things he lied to me about. I sighed, turning around, stuffing my face into the duvet on the bed, feeling my oversized t-shirt roll up to my waist. I screamed into it, letting out my frustration as best as I could while digging my fingers into the duvet.

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

Making my way over to a nearby shelf, I began my search, my fingers wandering over the spines of the books, old and new, as I searched for a captivating title. I'd intended to look for some kind of gag book to tell Tyler about, but instead, I stumbled across a dream interpretation book that instantly caught my attention. This led me down a rabbit hole and I spent the entire morning skimming through books about dream interpretation, why we dream, and there was even a book on how to lucid dream.

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

Within this transcendent realm, knowledge, wisdom, and support flowed freely, guiding souls on their infinite journey of self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal codex known as the "Cosmic Scrolls of Luminescence." Within its sacred pages resided the eternal wisdom of enlightened beings, immortalizing their profound experiences and illuminating the path towards authenticity. The scrolls became a cosmic beacon, guiding seekers through the labyrinth of existence and revealing the radiant truth that resides within.

Jace chuckled a little and Gabriel glared hard at him as they walked to the car. ~ “There should be a book about this, why can't I find any?” Aurora muttered as she kept going through the books in Lucino’s study. She was searching for books on dreams but all she kept seeing were ancient stories of different supernatural but mostly werewolves. After going through almost all the books, she finally decided to pick a random book to read. She picked up a book about how the year 1901 went and decided to read it. She took a seat in his study and started reading it, before she knew it, she got engrossed in the story.

CHAPTER 18 ROWAN I must have dozed off sometime after Lucien left. The books were scattered all around me on the bed like guilty little secrets, and that filthy one, Eternal Bonds was still open right on my chest. The pages were crumpled from how tight I had gripped them while reading. My eyes had gotten so heavy in the middle of another steamy chapter. The dirty words had blurred together into pure heat and fantasy until sleep finally pulled me under completely. The dream started out almost innocent. Or at least as innocent as anything involving the Varyn kings could ever be.

she commented before calling out, "Come in, Liam." Taking a deep breath, Reasa deposited her plate and cutlery into the dishwasher and then turned to greet the Vârcolac. "You had sufficient time to read the entire book? "Eidetic memory," he grinned, the book on dream walking tucked under his arm at his side. "I brought it back so you could read it later. It really is fascinating."

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.