Quantum Dreaming Novels & Stories

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

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.

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”

When she finally lowered her hand, her voice was unsteady. "Shared dreams sharpen with proximity." "What does that mean?" "It means that when bloodlines carry certain traits—certain sensitivities—the connections between them can manifest during sleep. The closer two connected individuals get to each other, the more vivid the dreams become. The more real." She met my eyes. "If you're experiencing what I think you're experiencing, then whoever is on the other end of that dream isn't just reaching out from memory. They're getting physically closer to wherever we're headed."

I paused as I thought about some excuse, “it’s bothering. You’re bothered about it, right?” Dang. “Ah. Y-yeah. It’s quite scary, but I can still h-handle.” “Um...” I breathed. “Lucid dreaming can help... a dream during which dreamers, while dreaming, are aware that they are dreaming. However,” I said, “it takes a lot of practice. Some people take on superpowers or special abilities, so they can fight back against the attacker. Escaping, you can do things like flying away or even doing techniques to deliberately wake up from the nightmare.”

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

I whispered to her “are you special? How did you come into my dreams?” “I have certain abilities that are unavailable to most of the mortals – I have a gift you could say. I can travel between dreams, however I cannot be seen by mere mortals. I am what the Greeks used to call a ki̱demóna óneiro, a dream guardian. I protect dreamers from nightmares which become dangerous. That’s why I entered your dream that night.” she smiled apologetically. “The nightmares have got stronger since Morpheus was imprisoned and we guardians are becoming weaker.”

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

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.

"Saline keeps her hydrated, not conscious. She needs input. Chaos. Noise. Randomness. Her brain runs on unpredictability the way a diesel engine runs on fuel, and we have starved it." Jack was in the parking garage, coordinating with Ben and Aaliyah through the comms while monitoring the First Dreamer's progress through the compass. The second file had reached ninety-three percent. The golden cracks in the floor were wider now, and the First Dreamer's edits to reality's physical constants were becoming more ambitious. Three hours ago, it had added a secondary harmonic to the electromagnetic spectrum, visible only to beings with sufficient dimensional sensitivity, that caused crystallized tim