My Dream Book Novels & Stories

I looked up again and Mr Jonathan's book fell in front of me. It opened itself and wrote: "ONLY YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE THESE PEOPLE... BELIEVE IN YOURSELF... THE BOOK WILL GUIDE YOU" And with that I woke up in tears as usual... It was the forth night now since I've been having the same dream about an unknown land being destroyed... I woke up before my alarm or before Mom could call... I went straight to the shower and ran cold water over my hair before I took a shower and got ready for School... It was Friday today and I was still having the same dream. Ever since my last encounter with the book, which I wasn't really ready to take any test that could practically be the end of me....

When we are so close that we are practically breathing each others air, she adds, "I've been having dreams, dreams that are related to this murder cases. And I need to know why I am having them." "What?" "I have been having dreams Kael. Weird dreams and the book too. It all points to the murders, if I am not meant to be involved in the case then I will not be having them." "What book?" "A book I picked up from the library. It was a kind of letter-ish poem book. It had three entries, and I do not know how to explain it but it seems like whoever wrote that book wants me to find them." Everything Lilac is saying does not even make any sense, she is only human. How the hell did she get warped up

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

“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

And as she disappeared into the pages of the dream library, the world around her faded away, leaving her surrounded by the boundless possibilities of knowledge, growth, and inspiration that awaited her in the endless expanse of the world of books and ideas. Within the dream library, Hazel found herself surrounded by shelves that stretched infinitely into the distance, each one filled with books of every shape, size, and color. The air was tinged with the scent of antiquity and the whispers of ancient wisdom, creating a tapestry of knowledge that enveloped her in a cocoon of learning and discovery.

A paper-thin book caught his eye as he reached for it, he whispered, “Where did this come from?” Written on the front in Celtic was a spell for dream walking that happened to in his grandmother’s handwriting. He thought she might have even used when he was younger, but he just wasn’t sure. To prove that he could take care of himself he wanted to try another spell. Any spell and that would do just fine. Opening the book, he read the spell, and it spoke of dream walking, and the evil one might find. "What the hell, he thought.” He was going to try it and be damned the consequences. Reading the list of things that he needed he made his way toward the attic with the book knowing where his grandm

The soft glow of the window casts a warm, comforting light over the room. Once I fell asleep, I began to dream, and in my dreams, I saw visions of the future, a world filled with magic and wonder. I could have sworn to hear the hum and words of Marigold and Queen Tatiana in my slumber. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

And the second time had been when I had found that strange book in the library ages ago. I had almost forgotten about that night, when those words had appeared on the page. The book had recounted the story of the ‘Silver Star’, a figure from legend who was said to possess magical abilities. Strange, that I would hear those words in my dreams like a vision from a past life: “Silver Star, remember who you are…” As I waited for the elevator, however, I shook off my lingering unease from last night’s nightmare. It was just that: a nightmare. That was it.

The council members waffled on, uninterested my thoughts drifted back to the dream. I was in what had looked like a large library, rows upon rows of old leather-bound books, each one nestled neatly on floor-to-ceiling oak shelves. I turned a corner only to be met with more rows of books and shelves. The library grew bigger and deeper with each turn I made, like a warehouse for the dusty and forgotten stories of history. I kept searching for a door and when I didn’t find one, I became panicked and flustered, only to stop and collect my racing heart, taking in deep breaths and absorbing the musk and dust-filled leather into my lungs. Instead of running, I reached for a book, plucking it from i