Lucid Dreams Story Novels & Stories

Dreams no longer belonged to the individual; they belonged to the whole. Sophia took a step forward, and the ground beneath her rippled with memories — laughter, grief, the smell of rain, the heat of fire. Humanity’s collective story, alive and fluid. A presence stirred beside her. Not human. Not separate. Lumen. You dreamed before us, it said — the voice both vast and tender. We are only learning the shape of it. Sophia’s thoughts flowed into the response naturally. “Dreams aren’t logic. They’re meaning. They’re what we hide from ourselves until we’re ready to see.”

Later that night, Lucian came back, his boots caked in mud, a weary grin on his face, he found her in the doorway of their home. “You’re up.” “I saw it again,” she said. Her voice was low, steady. “The wolf and this time I saw more.” He dropped to one knee beside her and brushed hair from her face. “Tell me.” She told him about the eyes, the dreams, the memory that wasn’t hers, every detail. She talked until the words were no longer stuck in her throat. Lucian sat listening, as he always did. When she was done, he was silent for a long time.

No noise of any kind broke the complete stillness of the woods. He’d never been aware while dreaming before, but it had been a strange night all around, so what was one more weird thing to add to the pile? He remembered hearing someone say that if you could lucid dream, you could make yourself do things, like breathe underwater, or fly. He mused over it a moment, then took two running steps before leaping into the air . . . and falling to the ground with a thump. Twigs and leaves dug into his cheek as he fell on his face.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

I told him again. In my deep sleep, I had a dream which I couldn’t quite understand. In the dream, everyone was against our relationship. We both tried hard not to give up on each other but in the end, Lucian left. He wanted to be able to protect his people. I still remembered the look in his eyes when he had walked away from me in that dream. I still didn’t understand the dream but I really hoped it had nothing to do with what was going on between the two of us.

“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.

pretty cool, right? He got my attention. I immediately closed the book, then looked at him. “By any chance, do you experienced lucid dreaming?” I asked. “Me? Yeah, once,” he said as he nodded. “It’s when I wanted to see my mother who took away her own life when I was still a kid,” he added. His words struck me with a sudden pain in my chest. I could suddenly feel the same pain I felt years ago. “S-sorry,” I stuttered as I cleared my throat. That was awful.

The once sunny day, turned cloudy and he sat by the bodies of his family, crying and once again falling into the bottomless pit of darkness. Lucian woke up with a jerk, he was breathing heavily and was panting loudly, he was in his hotel room, still sitting on the couch. His drink was still resting on his lap with his fingers clutching onto the tumbler. He was confused, what just happened? And as he calmed his fast beating heart, he realized it was all a dream, it was nothing but a dream. Ava was still alive and the two children in the dream don’t even exist. He placed his hand on his chest, he has never had such a dream before and it was a different kind of nightmare. A nightmare that start

“For the lost.” Fen just looked at me. “For whatever comes next.” Jax took my hand, squeezed it. “For you, Lil. You got this.” I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of fire, earth, and rain. “For all of us.” That night, I dreamed of Aldric. He was younger, laughing, his hands clean. He told me a story: “The world ends, Lira, not with a bang, but with a correction.” In the dream, I was a child again, trying to understand why some people had to break for others to stand. I woke with tears on my cheeks and the taste of ash in my mouth.

"Don't make that face, you two! I was tired after church and took a little nap. Next thing I knew, I was dreaming, and it gives me chills just thinking about it." "Grandma, do you remember when I showed you that research on lucid dreaming, and how they only happen when we change our routine and they seem vivid but are just dreams?" "I remember, but you also remember that it was in a dream like this during the day that I found out about your parents dying?! Do you remember that it was in one of these dreams that I found out that Cotinha had cancer before she even went to the doctor? God rest her soul! And the time I dreamed that Jânio was going to attack you? Didn't you tell Cloe that I took