Lucid Dreams Story Novels & Stories

I hug her as tight as I can and she does the same. "I had the craziest dream," I tell her. "So did I, I was locked in the school and there were these demon-like creatures and..." I cut her off "and we lay there lifeless under the demon." She looked at me shocked "Did we have the same dream?" "I think so." "Did we astral project?" she looks at me "No, if anything it was a very realistic lucid dream and we both shared the same dream." I look at her while explaining "I've heard you can dream the same as someone but to both lucid dream the same thing, that is a whole different level."

“Pssst Lyle, are you awake? “Luka, is everything ok? Shouldn't you be resting? You have an early journey tomorrow. Why are you not asleep? Enquired Lyle. Luka was really uncomfortable to bring up this topic with his brother, but he trusted his Twin more than anyone and they shared in almost everything together. “Sorry to trouble you at this hour, I did not mean to alarm you. I just needed to talk to someone about something of a personal nature, and since we talk to each other about everything and you are mated, I figured that you would be the best person to talk to about this.” Confused, Lyle replied, “Ok, what is it?” Luka Stuttered, cleared his throat a few times before taking a deep breat

"I've been having these...dreams. About wolves, and forests, and...things that don't make any sense." Lucian's eyes narrowed, and I could tell that he was intrigued. "Tell me more," he said quietly. So I launched into the story of my dreams, telling them everything I could remember. As I spoke, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It felt good to finally be able to share this strange experience with someone who might understand. And as I looked around the table, I realized that I had four people who were truly listening and trying to help me. Maybe I wasn't so alone in the pack after all.

Lucian asked, worried that what he had said in his dream was true. “Almost a year or more. Mostly a go-between with Vica.” Majesta snared, and he could tell that she didn’t like Vica at all. “Mom, I had a vision-type dream, and then I am pretty sure the Goddess spoke to me,” Lucian told her with his voice cracking. “Let me get your father and grandfather. We will be there in a few moments.” Majesta told him and disconnected the phone call. Lucian took the time to get a quick shower. When he went downstairs, he grabbed a bag of blood to try to warm himself from the horrible thoughts running through his mind.

It was a general problem. "Climb on me. Please." The man requests before he began talking about his dreams. "Are you having any lucid dreams where it's just one scene repeated multiple times?" The man asks her. "Everyday." She responds, looking away. As he realizes, he catches ahold of her shoulders. He was upset over her not choosing to tell anything about it to him. "Cassandra! Why didn't you tell me?" He panics. "Same goes to you. Did you choose to tell me either?" She questions as he falls silent.

was Evandor’s simple but meaningful reply. Elena looked at him baffled. He didn’t even bother to make her understand and continued, “Do you remember anything weird? Like a hallucination or dream? You know, you must have seen a weird dream, and you were part of it, it felt so real but then you don’t know it’s true or not. I mean you don’t know if it really happened or not?” Evandor asked with hope to get some reaction or even a small positive sign. “I just saw one dream and that was about my Luke being my mate but that really happened in reality” Elena replied honestly but with wide fake smile showing her zirconia crystal white teeth.

Aline's father, always a captivating storyteller, began to weave a tale full of mystery and suspense. "In my dream, a werewolf appeared," he began, his voice shrouded in mystery. Aline, who was usually restless and could not sit still, found herself unusually captivated. She was completely absorbed in her father's story, hanging on every word. "This werewolf," her father continued, "has revealed a secret to me - a method of influencing another person." He paused and locked eyes with Aline. "You know, don't you, that I was once a humble tradesman?" Aline nodded, well aware of her father's past.

It helped me as a writer, so now I hope it will help me sleep. Stepping into the water, I glide beneath the surface until only my neck and head are above the waterline. It feels good to be encompassed by warmth. If only everything were so simple. What if all this is real, and I’m not hallucinating? What if I am actually being visited by a Sin, who lives in a territory halfway across the land? I’m not sure where I must have read about him, to start having dreams about those eyes, but it was surely in a late night reading session where I fell asleep with the book on my face, and woke with no memory of the last words I read.

And as if something clicked in me, I started remembering things I've neither seen nor experienced before. 'That singing woman, flower, mom?' It took me a few moments to connect the dots and finally make sense of what's happening. It's not completely impossible for a dead person to talk to me in my dreams. Considering that an alien from another planet summoned me here, it really won't be that surprising as that. I took the lucid dream seriously and arrange my thoughts properly. I felt myself disassociating for a second there. 'I thought I had DID.' I looked around and grabbed my phone. The time displayed 10:32 pm; a few messages were there as well. I took my bag and walked towards the bedroom

Archer shouted. “Gee, how calming and relaxing,” Peggy said dryly. Archer realized his mistake and stepped back. “Sorry, I-” “You’re on edge; a lot has happened,” Peggy said. “Maybe we should all take a nap…” *** Ariadne blinked awake. She didn’t normally have dreams, just lay in the black void for hours until she woke up. Tonight was different. “A lucid dream,” she murmured, looking at her hands. “Huh. Not had one of these since-”