Perchance To Dream Book Novels & Stories

Pheonix nodded in agreement. "If I were to look at the book, would it show me the vision that is connected to the prophecy?" "It has never had a Dacian look at it before, many oracles have had luck with it, so I suppose it could. It is a tricky thing. It likes to play games. Sometimes it coaxes you towards an outcome it favours." Malcolm mused, his lips pursed, as he played with the book latch. "Will it harm her if she touches it?" Erik asked, concern crossing his eyes for a brief moment as we looked at each other.

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....

The edges of the book were worn, and the title was nearly faded. He pulled it out carefully and opened it. He turned through the pages slowly as he searched for anything about red forests or moons. Moments later, he stopped. On one page, there was a drawing of a forest filled with red trees, and just above it, he saw the words, 'The Forest of the Chosen.' His heart skipped a beat as he read the text below. 'Only the Chosen ones will see the red forest in their dreams. The burning moon marks the awakening of their true power. If they are not guided, the power may destroy them."

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."

“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

I like to think of it all as a terrible dream I might one day wake from. But there is one dream that does haunt me most. In this dream, my fever has broken, and Jessamine is asleep on the chair across from me. She’s in a nightdress, and there’s a book covering her face with an obscene cover. In this dream, my hands and feet aren’t bound, and I can walk just fine without tripping on my vomit. I hover over Jessamine and pull the book back from her sleeping face.

The book was warm against my hand, as if it were growing hot or getting cold. But then, my eyes widened in shock as I recognised it. I gasped and dropped it to the ground. “This—it was only a dream. It was—” But it wasn’t. It was here. Heavy and solid, as real as the floor beneath my feet. The book from my dream. The burning book in my hand that the cloaked person wanted to get from me. Alexander’s growl deepened. He dragged himself upright, but he didn’t move closer. His eyes burned holes into me, into the book. “Where the hell did you get that? Why were you holding it in your sleep? Is this your freaking way of payback?”

Or so I thought. With determination, I jumped out the tub, quickly I drying myself off. Rushing past Blake I reached for the books on my vanity, ready to uncover the secrets they held. Taking the books and sitting on our couch, Blake looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m rambling about my dream in the tub telling him I think it was a vision. Blake shakes his head, telling me that I’m so tired from training that I’m having dreams not visions. That I just need to sleep. He slips the books out of my hands, picks me up bridal style and lays me on our bed. Slowly stroking my cheek, whispering in my ear to relax. Letting me know he loves me all the while coaxing me to sleep. I drifted back off but this

By the time sleep wanted you, you were too lazy to even get up and slip your PJ's on or even your Boxers, so you just slept nude. In the middle of the night you had a erotic dream about me, and in the dream I was walking into your bedroom wearing the Dark Green Bikini that you saw me in when you first caught me Sun Bathing in my own backyard. I climbed on top of your bed and started gyrating up and down while placing my Right Index finger in my mouth and my left hand all over my hair, to tease you in a sexy little strip dance. I then walked off the bed and held out my hand for you to take to which you did not hesitate to accept and led you to your bedroom chair, and in a sexy way I lightly s

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.