Lucid Dreams Dangerous 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.

He puts it on the table between us before opening a page, "Immediately I left here, I went to do a quick research about dreams and visions. I'm afraid Thor, that the Seer is indeed right about his trauma theory..." He points at a place that he already marked with red pen and starts to read out loud since I didn't bother to stand up from where I'm sitting "The Luna's condition is known as dream delusion. Sometimes it happens when memories are induced by the experience of a vivid dream. Other times it..."

Someone I loved. I woke up gasping. Four hours had passed. Not enough but better than nothing. "You were screaming," Lucian said, sitting beside the bed. "Thrashing. Whatever you were dreaming wasn't peaceful." "Nightmare. About the party. About Hope. About betrayal from an unexpected source." "Your mind processes fears. That's normal." "What if it wasn't just processing? What if it was a warning? What if my subconscious knows something I don't?" "Then we pay attention. But we don't let fear paralyze. Dreams are information, not prophecy. Useful but not absolute."

I said as he finished securing the last corner. His hands stilled, and through our bond I felt his mixture of pride and concern. "That's good, isn't it? Understanding what's coming?" "In theory. But she also warned that prophetic dreams can be exhausting and difficult to interpret." I moved to stand beside him, looking out through the newly installed window at the valley beyond. "Apparently they come during deep sleep, when my conscious mind isn't filtering the messages." "Then we'll make sure you're getting proper rest," he said firmly, his Alpha instincts engaging at the thought of anything that might harm me. "No more staying up late discussing construction plans or pack politics."

“It can show us what we are missing, or what we fear. It is not the end of you unless you allow it to replace everything else.” I let his words settle. “I do not know how to quiet it,” I admitted. “I pray before I sleep, but the dreams come anyway. They are not crude or violent. They are tender and intense. They make me feel cherished and wanted. That may be the most dangerous part.” My voice softened. “I do not know whether I am confessing a sin or a longing.” “Perhaps both,” he said gently. “And perhaps neither.” “What should I do?” I asked.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

When the witches return with my order I ask about it. “Oh that one is useful for preventing bad dreams. The downside is it prevents good dreams too and dreams are how people process their lives so it’s not healthy to miss them all the time. It’s mostly useful for someone who has gone through something traumatic and could desperately use just one or two good nights of sleep. It should never be used multiple nights in a row and never more than three times in a month. It can also be quite addictive, particularly when the alternative is unpleasant dreams and exhaustion. I think of Megan.

Hell, even Giosuè says I should and has offered to have her attend a session so I could tell her in a ‘safe space. There’s no such thing as a ‘safe space’ to tell your mate that you have a recurring dream of the burning disconnected skull of a witch telling you that it’s not over and that they will come for the blue moon child. If it has me freaked out, how will Delilah handle it?

Walk in flames. It’s terrifying. I haven’t had dreams in years and yet when I do close my eyes, that’s the only thing I see behind my eyelids. Now I’m too petrified to even want to sleep. I can’t escape what I become during the day, and I relieve everything when I sleep. Must be a damn curse. I don’t think Hades has the time of day to play tricks on me. Surely I’m no special from any other Alpha or rogue from that matter.

“Hush, child. You must have had a terrible dream after running off. The guards found you unconscious at the edge of the woods just before dawn. They brought you straight home. You were muttering about red eyes and shadows, but no one saw any beast. The Choosing is still tonight. Everything is as it should be.” I shook my head frantically. “It wasn’t a dream. He spoke to me. He said… ‘Mine.’ He licked me and—” I stopped, mortified, as fresh slickness pulsed at the memory. My shift clung damply to my thighs. It had been real. I could still taste his dark musk on the air. Mother’s brow furrowed with gentle confusion. “You’ve always had vivid dreams, especially when you’re frightened. Rest now.