Seizing Dreams Novels & Stories

"I am not much for spirituality but i do know for a fact that Fae do not dream as the humans used to describe it." I rested my chin on my palm as my interest sparked. "They do not?" She shook her head. "Not as you put it, no. They do not dream. They see." "See? Explain this." "Dreams are illusions based on the heart's most deepest and suppressed desire. The humans and sometimes, my people are envied because of these things. The Fae mostly fall into dreamless sleep. If anything at all, they see, or they foresee. By seeing, in their sleep, they see things that have occurred. Haunting and disturbing events that have affected them gravely. Happy moments that have brought them true joy. Occasiona

"Get the sedative! He's seizing!" "No!" Jack choked out, grabbing her wrist with a grip that could crush steel. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown, showing only a rim of gold iris. He was sweating profusely, his skin cold and clammy. "No sedative! I have... I have the code!" He slumped back, panting, his chest heaving. The transition from the dream world to reality was always brutal, but this... this felt like he had been dragged through a meat grinder.

Sebastian Have you ever had a bad dream, and after waking up, you were certain something terrible was going to happen? The past two weeks have been crazy. Nightmares presented themselves every time I closed my eyes, and it was the same dream repeatedly; it played on my mind like a haunting violin. Suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of the road, breathlessly running while a man chased me. Fun fact: he had no head, and the knife in his hand appeared so sharp it glistened.

My body reacts to his voice with unmistakable fear and… This is embarrassing but… it seems my sexual urges were awakened, by the same man who keeps showing up in my dreams. Every time, after I dream about him, I wake up only to find my panties soaking wet. God, what is happening to me? Suddenly, a fierce determination washed over me like an ice bucket splashed over my head. I need answers. Grabbing my phone, I open my browser. I officially begin my search by typing in random searches about dreams, glowing eyes, and anything else that might give me a clue.

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?

This has happened since I knew about her, so it could well be just fear. These dreams were elusive, slipping through my fingers like sand as I woke, leaving me with only vague traces of their contents. Yet, their persistence couldn't be ignored. Was it mere coincidence, or was there something more at play? I couldn't shake the feeling that these dreams held a hidden significance; perhaps a threat or something like it.

Not even Ai, I never see her in this situation. The doctor went further. "The feelings of the imagining touch of someone's hand on your body. In your daughter situation, the imagination has led to sex." "What!" We reacted to the heartbroken news the way we can. I never once in my life heard of this. Oh my goodness! "Does this happen due to ones recent experience?" The detective asked. "Actually, yes and no. My knowledge on this," the doctor gasped and turned to Ai. "It happens if one is reacting to an overdose drugs. In her case, she is reacting to a strong sleeping overdose drug."

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

And what was the woman’s purpose in watching them? Aria felt trapped in a perplexing web of confusion, her heart pounding as she recognized that these dreams were rooted in something far more significant than mere fantasy. The dreams felt like messages—urgent whispers beckoning her to uncover a truth that seemed tantalizingly out of reach, as if she were a detective piecing together clues in a perplexing mystery. Each time she thought she grasped it, the critical piece evaded her, slipping away into the recesses of her mind.