Sering Mengalami Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

To understand what just happened. But the pill dragged me down into nothing. I woke to bright morning light. I gasped. Sat up so fast the room tilted. I gripped the mattress until my vision cleared. Empty room. Closed door. Just me. My pulse was racing. My skin felt too hot. A dream. I pressed my hand to my chest and focused on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Just a dream. The pill did this sometimes. Created vivid experiences that felt real. Sleep paralysis. Hallucinations.

Her voice is disembodied, filling the whole space. I am praying in my mind that I wake up. It feels so real and the same time, I can tell myself that I'm in a dream. That is what makes it so scared. It is a conflicting lucid dream. I shake my head and suddenly, I hear a thunderous sound and drifting my attention to the sky, I see nothing. A gasp escapes my throat when she's now in front of me, my frame towering over hers.

she opened her eyes and looked at her mom. "I told you not to lucid dream often. It may affect your mental health," her mom said. "Mom, what's the importance of having a power like Lucid dreaming if I wouldn't use it?" she asked philosophy. "Nicole, sleep paralysis is always twin to Lucid dreaming. See what happens to your great-grandmother who Lucid dreams about often? She died," her mother said while preparing her uniform. "Mom, I'm not like her who abused it and escape reality," she replied.

I hug her as tight as I can and she does the same. "I had the craziest dream," I tell her. "So did I, I was locked in the school and there were these demon-like creatures and..." I cut her off "and we lay there lifeless under the demon." She looked at me shocked "Did we have the same dream?" "I think so." "Did we astral project?" she looks at me "No, if anything it was a very realistic lucid dream and we both shared the same dream." I look at her while explaining "I've heard you can dream the same as someone but to both lucid dream the same thing, that is a whole different level."

He would wake up soaked from his head to his clothes in sweat, and he wouldn't be able to go back to bed after that. But last night had been different: peacefully different. Perhaps sleeping in Lauren's arms was the cure he had needed all along. Aidan felt fingers brush his cheeks and opened his eyes. A pair of chestnut brown eyes stared into his. He blinked slowly; it felt as though he was in a lucid dream. He groaned and tried to sit up, but his bones were weak. All he could see beyond those brown eyes was white. He wasn't sure what it was or why it was happening to him, but he was too relaxed to react much to it.

I suddenly opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The tent was quiet, sunlight softly filtering through the fabric. “Oh my God… it was just a dream,” I sighed, relief crashing over me. But the images lingered Liam’s intense eyes, his hands on me, the way my body had betrayed me so completely. Who on earth has dreams like that about their friend? About their complicated, once-best-friend-turned-enemy? I felt deeply embarrassed, almost horrified. It was like a twisted horror movie playing in my subconscious.

We snuggle up, and despite the shitstorm that is currently my life, I fall asleep fast. But the feeling of peace doesn’t last long. I’m dreaming, and I know it. I’ve had lucid dreams before, but this one is different. It’s not like I’m making things up as they go, watching my unconscious unfold and be able to control what’s going to happen.

, he whispers, voice rough from his intense orgasm. But as I gaze into his eyes, the world around me begins to blur and distort. The sounds of our heavy breathing grow faint, and the sensation of his warm skin against mine starts to fade. What’s happening? I feel myself being pulled away, back into the darkness of my own mind. And as I open my eyes, I realize that it was all just a dream. I lay in bed, my heart still racing from the vivid imagery of my subconscious. The memory of Luca's touch, his taste, and his voice lingers on my skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

Her eyelids flutter but don't open. "What did she say?" Sarah asks. I lean closer to listen. "Something about Tony Stark. She's still having those fantasy dreams." "Even now? While she's dying?" "Mercury affects the brain's ability to distinguish reality from imagination. She probably thinks her coma dreams were real memories." Sarah stands up and looks down at Lily with something that might be a pity. "She looks so young when she sleeps. Like a child." "Don't get sentimental now. We're too close to the end."