Quantum Dreaming Novels & Stories

Like some essential part of me was missing, left behind in the dream. "Pregnancy hormones," I told myself, even though it was too early for that. Dr. Rhodes had said some women experienced vivid dreams during fertility treatment. Totally normal. Except the dreams kept getting more intense. By day ten, I was dreaming every night. Running, hunting, the forest alive around me. And there was always someone else there a presence I couldn't quite see but could feel. Large, powerful, protective. Watching me from the shadows. Day twelve, I woke up at three in the morning with my hand pressed against the window, staring at the moon. I had no memory of getting out of bed.

The dreams, which Lior knows about not through direct access but through the specific quality of what the bond carries from Lucian's sleeping mind, the texture of active dreaming distinct from the texture of dreamless rest. The dreams have stopped. Lior confirms this on the seventh night after the ceremony, the bond transmitting from Lucian's sleeping presence only the smooth blank quality of dreamless rest, no texture, no movement, no evidence of the mind working through things in the way that sleeping minds do when they are alive and inhabited. On the ninth morning, Lior asks directly. "When did you last dream?" Lucian looks up from the morning correspondence. Considers the question with t

she sighed and hugged me for a moment. Her eyes glazed over and I knew that she was mind linking the others. Soon the room was flooded with our friends and the Alpha and Beta along with a relieved looking Sally. "I was so afraid that I did something wrong and you were stuck." she cried out. "Stuck where?" Paul asked. "In the dreamworld." she answered. "That can happen? Why didn't anyone tell me that?" I asked with a fearful voice. "Oh be quiet. You're fine." Sally snapped playfully.

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

I continue scooting back until I’m sitting on the floor against the cold glass wall that sooths my hot skin. “Raven! It was taken…” Embry’s voice begins to fade when it feels like something explodes in my head forcing out memories, I lost access too. The memories flood my mind in bits and pieces like a highlight reel of what happened the night my memories were taken. *** “What is this?” I whimper while looking around at the dark forest surrounding me as I stand to the side watching Quinn approaching Osric and me alone in the forest. ‘You’ve grown stronger than the compulsion,’ a familiar voice answers making me look around for her.

Sienna remained silent for a moment, letting me talk. “It’s not… it’s not that I’m crazy. I… I know what’s real and what’s not… or at least I thought I did.” My knuckles tightening against the wooden surface. “But it felt… it felt so real.” Sienna nodded slowly. “Vivid dreams can be a symptom of trauma… stress… or even a neurological condition.” She opened her notebook again and flipped through a few pages. “Some people experience something called ‘hypnagogic’ or ‘hypnopompic’ hallucinations, when they’re falling asleep or waking up.”

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.