Seizing Dreams Novels & Stories

Lis suspected that since I have seen Jacinda in my dreams and spoken with her, that I would have some sort of control in the dream world, but I was feeling discouraged and doubtful. “This doesn’t seem to be working.” I groaned in frustration as I sat up on the bed. I was fully dressed and trying to dream without sleeping. Lis said that she knew a seer once who could manipulate dreams and find or visit others in their dreams, but she didn’t actually have to sleep herself to do it. “I’m exhausted and we haven’t made any progress!” I pushed my hands through my hair, gripping it between my fingers and pulling it back from my face.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.

1°F after soaking in the rain. Josephine had a restless sleep, with a stream of continuous dreams featuring a teenaged Lewis in a white shirt in most of them. He would carry her every time they went out. He brought her to the claw machine in her dream, and they caught many dolls, enough to fill up an entire house. It was supposed to be a pleasant dream, but suddenly, Seth appeared amidst the dolls, and Josephine woke with a start. She opened her eyes and saw Seth's enlarged face. She subconsciously clutched the sheets, temporarily unable to distinguish dream from reality.

I had a feeling that my child was in danger, yet the seer had made it sound like my child could also be a threat. As I lay there, my mind racing with thoughts and fears, I started to feel myself drifting off to sleep. But as I did, I found myself in a dream, standing under a dark and ominous cave. I was trapped and alone, with no way out. The air was thick and musty, and I could hear the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls.

Laying on the ground, unable to breathe, a coldness overcomes her as she feels the bottom of her body completely numb. What's happening? A reaper leans over her as its long nails claws through her skin, and she experiences every bit of pain as its mouth is 20cm from her, sucking her life out, losing breath until she passes out. Waking up, it's 02h32am. She is sweating. Was this real? Why the sudden dreams? She walks to the kitchen, having an appetite and rubbing her stomach. This life inside of me growing changes her mood. Some days she wakes up happy, others sick and not in the mood for anyone.

The dreams didn’t help. They came sharper now, more vivid. Not just fire—but him in the fire. Darius, screaming. Reaching for me as flame devoured his skin, his eyes turning black with agony. Each time I woke, drenched in sweat, the scent of smoke clinging to my throat. It wasn’t just nightmares. The Seer had said they were glimpses of a future that hadn’t happened yet. If I didn’t stop it—it would. On the fourth day, the foreign delegation arrived.

I asked, and he nodded. “Theia, I had all your information because I was watching you,” he said, “but not to play a joke. But because your stories were flagged as a concern. You were writing about things that were happening in the supernatural world. And I don’t mean vague things, I mean with extreme accuracy.” “Oh,” I said again. A lot of my stories were based on my dreams after and around my seizures. Could they really be something other than my imagination? “So what do you mean by flagged as a concern?”

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

He puts it on the table between us before opening a page, "Immediately I left here, I went to do a quick research about dreams and visions. I'm afraid Thor, that the Seer is indeed right about his trauma theory..." He points at a place that he already marked with red pen and starts to read out loud since I didn't bother to stand up from where I'm sitting "The Luna's condition is known as dream delusion. Sometimes it happens when memories are induced by the experience of a vivid dream. Other times it..."

"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"