Sering Mengalami Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

That's all on Confessions Of An Exorcist. Thank you and goodbye for now. I hope to see you next week. AUTHOR'S NOTE -> I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter. False Awakenings may also lead to lucid dreams so if you ever experience such, please contact your doctor. Personally I haven’t experienced lucid dreams or false awakenings but the one I have most times is Sleep Paralysis and that scares the shit out of me, like why the fuck does my body have to scare me before I forcefully wake up. That’s so weird.

Lucy’s eyelids fluttered open, the world around her a blur of colors and shapes. For a moment, she struggled to make sense of where she was, her mind still clouded by the remnants of the dream—or was it a nightmare? She couldn’t tell. Her head throbbed like it was being hit by a hard object. Her body felt like it was weighed down by a thousand stones. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her vision, the edges of her surroundings gradually sharpening into view.

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..." "Anders, Anders, Anders... We already established the fact that the seer was right! I really don't want to know the content of your little book if it doesn't tell me more than what I already know to be the fact. So kindly skip, skip, skip the part I already know and go to the part I don't know."

Belle told her. "Oh, well. If you say so. Victor and I have no problem in any aspect of our relationship, and yes, there are ways in which you can learn to control when you want to wake up and when you want to stay in the dream, especially since here you're usually fully conscious that you're dreaming, or what would be called or considered, lucid dreaming. In this state of mind, and since Victor and I are mates, our connection is in different levels more tangible than other people you could meet in a dream, but I'll give you an example."

Lilan's POV For the past few weeks, I've been having these strange dreams, they were so vivid that it felt like instead of dreams they were realities, or rather, memories. And every time I wake up from them or even think about them my head would start throbbing so badly, way worse than when I totally get wasted. and ever since then, I've been taking these pills to help with the throbbing, though it did help me momentarily, it would suddenly make these daydreams about sorcerers, werewolves, and some dark lord shit and my head would start throbbing again from it.

So I shamelessly thrust my hips upward, hitting his chest with my wet core instead. My cheeks flushed from my strange behavior. I’ve never been like this as I was never this sensitive before. Yet I’m doing something so lewd as I spread my legs wider, inviting this unknown man to devour me. But one thing that comes to my mind. It’s definitely a lucid dream. It has to be. And because it’s a dream, I’ll let him do anything he wants with me, anything to make me reach the peak of pleasure. But just his teasing isn't enough to make me reach climax.

I'M DREAMING. HANNAH I've never been a lucid dreamer who's acutely aware of the distinction between dreamland and reality. Every night, if I dream at all, I go about them blissfully unaware that my actions are anything but real. Except for one dream. One I wish would stop coming. I've learned to recognize its signs. An uneasy feeling prickling at the back of my neck, followed by loud blood pumping in my ears, until—

I told myself again and again it wasn’t real. ‘‘I was in a high-end, reputable hotel, my door locked, security layers thick. No one could possibly be here. Was it some ghost I have heard stories about European hotels.... No but its impossible. I am in London city not some downtown motel. This had to be one of those dreams... no nightmare, the hyper-realistic kind I'd been battling the previous night as well. I read about it. Yes it is definitely Lucid dreaming followed by sleep paralysis.’’ I thought to myself.

Run I JOLTED awake as I collided with a solid object, the impact sending a sharp pain through my head. Confused and disoriented, I surveyed my surroundings, trying to make sense of what had just happened. "It was just a dream," I muttered to myself, shaken by the realization that the vivid scenes from a previous night had resurfaced in my sleep. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't fathom why my subconscious mind was fixating on that passionate encounter with Xylon. It felt absurd, and yet the sensations lingered within me.