Seizing Dreams の小説・ストーリー

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?

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.”

"First, we need to unlock the patterns in your dreams. Not all visions are clear, but they repeat for a reason. That boy? He may appear again. Watch what he says. What he wears. What’s around him." "And the nightmares?" "You will face them again too," she admitted. "But this time, not as a frightened child... but as a Seer. When they come, you will write them down. Speak them aloud. Slowly, the chaos will begin to make sense." She explained slowly, letting those information sink in my mind. " But I don't see them often. How would you -?" " Don't worry!" She smiled, "You will experience lots of things in three days!"

I whispered. “No, you're not. Do realize what just happened? You just had a seizure in the back of Hyene's car!” I shook my head gently, still trying to avoid helping out a pending headache. “No, I just had a vision. I'm sorry I scared you, but I think I'm fine now.” “Elana, listen to me. You just had a seizure. Liam said none of your dreams were ever that bad. Is all this training making them worse? What did you dream about?”

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Veyra's sleep was restless that night, tangled in the web of dreams. As always, they were dark and cryptic, a reflection of the chaos that stirred inside her. Her body was still, but her mind raced, locked in an endless dance of shadows and light. The familiar sensation of a presence far more powerful than anything she had encountered before lingered in the dream, like a weight on her chest. The image was clear—a pair of eyes, silver flames flickering at the edges, burning through her thoughts. A voice, like cracked stone, whispered to her, "The chains are breaking."

I quickly drift off to sleep. Not surprisingly, my sleep is filled with nightmares, each one more terrifying than the last. The visions are incredibly vivid: snarling werebears surround me in an ever-tightening circle; a giant roc ensnares me in its talons and carries me to its mountaintop nest; fearsomely ugly ogres tie me to a spit and begin roasting me over a blazing fire. The dreams all have the same thing in common—I’m about to meet some horrifying doom. I sure hope that my as yet unrevealed Power doesn’t turn out to be precognition!