Seizing Dreams Novels & Stories

“No. I am afraid they are not. I just used it a few hours ago. I wasn’t sure how I knew I had it, but at the time, I just wanted the pain to stop.” “What pain?” Jade focused on her. “This may sound crazy to you, but I have been having these dreams.” “Nightmares?” Selena shakes her head. “No, I wouldn’t call them that. It felt so real that just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.” “What do these dreams look like?” “It sounds unbelievable, so I would rather not tell you. I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

"When two people have similar dreams, their dreamscapes tend to attract each other and, when they meet, they join to form a single dreamscape with both minds in it." "There must be cases where different dreams hit?" "Yah. Generally they just bounce off, but in some cases, where someone has a very strong sleeping mind, they mix and the weaker dream is consumed. That can be the stuff of nightmares." Michael's mind was working. "Okay, so if similar dreams attract each other, and a lot of people dream about sex, for example..."

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

Then everything came back in a rush. The kidnapping. The warehouse. Sebastian finding her. The hospital. She pressed a hand flat against her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow, and told herself the same thing she'd been telling herself for weeks. It was only a dream. But something about this one had felt too real the kind of dream that didn't fully let go once she opened her eyes, still clinging to the edges of the room like smoke. She closed her eyes again despite herself, and the memory pulled her under before she could stop it.

“Well, I want to know why I’m dreaming about her. Assuming the dreams I have are of things that are actually happening, it’s kind of like how a Seer or Oracle works. Maybe I could talk to one and try and figure out if I can control it better or see more?” I say slowly. I’m not actually totally sure if it will help, but it’s not like I’m doing anything else, and having more answers might make the dreams less horrifying. Or more horrifying. I don’t know.

"What kind of nightmares?" "Dark things. Ravens. Figures that shift and change. Screaming." I can't breathe. "Mom, I had those dreams. For weeks." Her face goes white. "What?" "Ravens falling from the sky. Figures chasing me. I thought I was losing my mind." Mom grabs my hand tightly. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm so sorry, my dear. The magic must have reached you through our bond, and that must be why the seal started breaking."

As I closed my eyes, I found myself in a dream-like state, and I started to see visions that were unsettling. In my dream, I saw a figure with a hood covering their face, moving swiftly around the mansion. The figure seemed to be searching for something or someone, and as it passed by each room, I could feel the air become colder. I could sense the figure's malice and could feel my own fear growing with each passing moment.

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.

“Maybe if I can remember more of my dream, I’ll be able to trigger something. It’s the only way I can figure this out.” Jean nodded. “Okay, let’s try another session.” Cara closed her eyes and tried to relax, focusing on the last dream she could remember. Slowly, the dream world began to take shape. In her dream, she found herself walking hand in hand with a boy down a narrow, winding path. The landscape around them was filled with thick trees, and the air was heavy with the scent of the forest. The path was rough, and though she hoped they were heading toward a peaceful place, they only seemed to be getting more lost. She couldn’t remember how long they had been walking, or how they had end

My eyes flicker around manically; paranoid and suspicious as I take in my surroundings desperately, frantically scanning the room for any hidden dangers or potential threats that may be lurking out of sight. My body tenses as I replay the unexplainable dream in my head; my chest tightening as I recall Sam and Sean’s menacing threats, contemplating the danger that may be heading my way if this dream holds any truth. A flood of salty tears catch in the corner of my burning eyes while I try to figure out the biggest mystery of it all. If this is real and not just a figure of my subconsciousness’s imagination, why me? What could they possibly want me for?