Quantum Dreaming Novels & Stories

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

The fantasy felt so real I could feel the hands on my skin, the thick cocks stretching me, the rush of power as I commanded them all while locking eyes with the man I loved. I came out of the meditation gasping, my panties soaked, my heart pounding so hard I thought the counselor would notice. That night, the vision returned in my dreams, but twisted. Liam wasn’t just watching. He was participating. He was fucking me alongside the others, whispering that he finally understood, that he wanted the Queen as much as he wanted me. The dream felt so real I woke up moaning his name, my hand already between my legs,

"Close your eyes," Liam commanded softly. The nursery was dimly lit. Aurora and Alex lay on the large rug, pillows under their heads. Liam sat between them in a lotus position. Jackson and Serenity watched from the couch, feeling useless but alert. "Grandpa, this is unscientific," Alex muttered, keeping one eye open. "Telepathy isn't real." "Quantum entanglement is," Liam placed a finger on Alex's forehead and another on Aurora's. "Connect."

Three days after the fracture closed— People began dreaming together. At first, nobody understood it. The awakened network already carried emotional resonance across connected realities, so shared sensations weren’t unusual anymore. But this was different. Specific. Detailed. The same dream appears simultaneously across thousands of worlds. A shoreline beneath a black sky. No stars. No moon. No horizon. Just endless dark water stretching forever. And something moving beneath it. Watching. The awakened network flagged the phenomenon immediately. “Cross-reality synchronized subconscious event detected.”

She nestled beneath the covers, allowing the weight of exhaustion to embrace her, as she surrendered to the realm of dreams. As the veil of sleep enveloped her, Zelda found solace in the rituals of protection she had performed. The dreamscape unfolded before her, transformed by the cleansing properties of the burning sage. Instead of foreboding imagery, she was greeted by serenity and clarity—a respite from the haunting visions that had troubled her. In the depths of her dream, Zelda encountered the familiar presence of Dawn, a soothing presence amidst the ethereal landscape. Dawn's guidance proved instrumental as she navigated the intricate symbolism and deciphered the messages concealed wi

I grab the arrow with the last of my strength and pull it out, blood spraying. A warrior in Hexeton garb kneels, grabbing my shoulders. “I’m here to see the queen. I demand an audience,” I croak, my vision fading to the point I can’t make out his facial features. Everything goes black. I take a shuddering breath and let myself slip into the dreamworld. ***

No human would have been safe for him to feed from in the state he was in had she not been anchoring him. Damonq? I am dreaming, and you are in need. I can’t find you and the healer won’t allow me to wake and go to you. He stiffened. His heart nearly seized. Ancients didn’t dream. Well, as a rule they didn’t. Throughout history, a few had reported having nightmares, but no one took the phenomenon seriously. Now, his woman, the one Darkness wanted for her visions, could continue to dream after she’d been converted.

Matthew tossed and turned as he moaned desperate words, but his eyes weren't opening. "Matthew... Matthew! Matthew wake up!" June urged as she shook Matthew wildly. Matthew's breath was starting to get unstable. But Matthew was in the middle of a violent dream. A nightmare. His dreams were wild, and what was happening, was really happening. In that dream, Matthew was unconscious underwater, which explained why he wasn't breathing well.