Lucid Dreams Story Novels & Stories

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

Her warning to stay hidden… Everything… Lucien moved closer, sitting beside me, he took my hand. “Tell everything, Evelara. Everything. Perhaps, I can help you.” Therefore, I told them about my childhood dreams— how after each one, something in reality shifted. How things happened. How my healing spiraled beyond control these days, including what happened in the competition. And eventually I said about my dreams. The woman in my dreams and how she had provoked my powers to flare. “you know her?” He asked quietly.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Mark, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that. "We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams." "You mean we can control people's minds?" Mark sounded incredulous.

His words were hesitant but sincere, and I felt my eyes widen in shock. The confession gripped my full attention. A succubus visiting him in his dreams? I didn’t know anyone around here could experience that sort of thing so casually, right under my nose. The woman beside him chuckled, a sound that seemed equal parts amusement and disbelief. “Are you sure you’re not just having some vivid dreams after watching p**n?” He shook his head vehemently. “No! I don’t watch that stuff—it just burns my brain cells. I swear, Clarisse, I’m not making this up. She even asked me to name her.”

I told myself again and again it wasn’t real. ‘‘I was in a high-end, reputable hotel, my door locked, security layers thick. No one could possibly be here. Was it some ghost I have heard stories about European hotels.... No but its impossible. I am in London city not some downtown motel. This had to be one of those dreams... no nightmare, the hyper-realistic kind I'd been battling the previous night as well. I read about it. Yes it is definitely Lucid dreaming followed by sleep paralysis.’’ I thought to myself.

Winning Lucian’s trust was the next big task, and I was ready for it. As I lay on the bed, exhausted from the day’s events, I tried to let my mind rest. But as soon as my eyes fluttered shut, I felt an odd sensation, like I was being pulled from reality. It was subtle at first, like drifting into a deep sleep, but then the feeling intensified, and the world around me started to blur. The walls of my room melted away, and in their place was an endless expanse of soft moonlight and shadows.

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.