Lucid Dreams Story Novels & Stories

“If there’s anything, we should clarify it. If I’ve forgotten about it, you can remind me.” “It’s not important. It was in my dreams,” Lucifer said. “I met you in my dreams.” Fia couldn’t get what he was trying to say. “Then you must really be dreaming.” Lucifer said as he cut the vegetables, “I watched all of you running to your doom as the man behind the curtains. It’s normal for me to see you all in my dreams.” Fia couldn’t find any words. “Not to mention that you’re so beautiful. It’s normal for a man to see you in his dreams, right?”

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

Still, I was hoping to talk about it with someone when I fell into a fitful sleep. The next day, I found myself sitting with my friend Lee at our favorite coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the soothing ambiance offered the perfect setting to share my dream with him. "Hey, Lee," I began tentatively, "I had the most vivid dream last night. I went back to my former pack, and Brad was there." Lee raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Tell me more about it." I took a deep breath and recounted the dream in detail, how I met Brad in the forest, the emotions I felt, and the wise figure that appeared to guide me.

He knew they shared a connection but couldn't pinpoint its nature until now. Greg went upstairs to his room, and as he lay on his bed, he drifted into an erotic dream about Lily. In his dream, they were back in the time before the accident, exploring their passion and love for one another. The vivid images and emotions felt so real that Greg awoke with a start, his heart racing.

Explained Jared as he wiped the blood from the knife. “Do you mean the witch doctor had a vision of what happened?” Sage asked in wonder. “Yes.” Sage wasn’t sure what to make of it, but she knew that Jared had saved them and that scared her. Before she knew it, she had made herself comfortable on her couch. Her eyes were heavy, and she had yawned a few times, but she almost jumped out of her own skin when she heard three little words. “I am Legion.” It echoed through her mind, and she thought for a second, she heard it in her house.

the man explained and described. Lila scrunched her face up in confusion, not remembering any sort of dream that had been described to her as such, rooting through her recent memories of dreams and only remembering ones when she had been burned in forest fires and drowned off the coast of the beach. "If that failed, then I was to answer that you once tried to eat the purple gem stone that you keep under your mattress because you wondered what the item tasted like," the man offered instead in response to her expression. "Well why the fuck did you not lead with that!" Lila screeched out, batting outwards with her umbrella.

'I'm glad you shared your dreams with me. I take a deep breath as the dragon bends its neck. His lizard-like eyes focus on me, and the lower lid pulls close multiple times as we gaze at each other. Hayden and Blake are bickering behind me, and I climb Lucy's neck with my hands gripping his scales. My head is a mess. It's been forever since I've had psychic dreams about the future, but yesterday I had one about our battle against Daisy and the demons by her side. Lucy fell asleep with my hand in his palm, and somehow, he ended up witnessing the same scene as me.

"He's in prison. We're in Switzerland. We're alive. We're together. Those are facts. The fear is just echoes." "Loud echoes." "Then we'll learn to live with noise until silence feels safe again." By the fourth day, I manage five paragraphs of my fantasy story. Lucian completes a full composition. We walk to the village and back without panic attacks. Small victories, but victories nonetheless. "Progress," Lucian says that evening. "Tiny progress," I correct. "All progress is tiny until you look back and realize how far you've come." I think about that. About waking up screaming in New York warehouses. About being hunted through Montana. About nearly dying more times than I can count. About b

The restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving just us in a bubble of candlelight and impossible revelations. "That's crazy," I whispered. "White Luna mythology isn't real. It's just folklore." "Is it?" His violet eyes held mine. "Or is it history that's been deliberately forgotten, suppressed by those who fear supernatural power?" "I had stress hallucinations," I said, pulling my hand back. "My therapist explained it. I was processing trauma through fantasy. None of it was real." "What if your therapist was wrong?" Lucien's voice was gentle but insistent. "What if what you experienced wasn't hallucination but awakening? The first stirring of ancient power in your bloodline?"

The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them. Who are they to me? Are they real? Fucking stupid mind of mines. Ife blasted away at the force field surrounding her in the closet mindlessly. She knew she was running out of time and they would find a way to forcibly mark her so Jacob could get what he wanted. She could never let that happen. She had a mate out there, certainly not the Apollo that Lucy swore she stole away from her. In the midst of thinking of her possible mate, wondering about the details in the making of him, Ife did something she never expected.