Sering Mengalami Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

Even in his comatose state, he found it hard to believe the words Serenity told him. He even had such a realistic dream. A lucid dream. Serenity layed down on a bed, resembling his own bed back in the mansion. "What're you waiting for? Come join me here," she said in the most seductive voice. She wore a very loose nightgown, causing him to gulp at the sight before him. He'd never get tired of seeing her body. "Uhh... Serenity...I–" "Why're you hesitating Shawny boy?" Serenity's voice sounded distorted now. She sat up slowly, her nightgown falling off completely as her eyes seemed to bear sorrow. "I thought you liked this? Or is the weightiness of guilt eating you up?"

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.”

“What do you mean by odd dreams? Like nightmares?” “Well, three dreams have particularly stood out. Each time it’s hard for me to wake up, it’s like I’m partially conscious.” Rose paused, clearly trying to figure out how to proceed with her explanation. “The first one I had, I would describe it as a lucid nightmare. That one happened the day before my birthday. I dreamt about a forest catching on fire, screaming, smoke, burning flesh, and howls.” “You dreamt about the rogue attack?” How did she manage to dream about the attack?

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

A contrast of day and night at its peak. Subconsciously, she started feeling her body to check if she was indeed dreaming. Gently, she plopped on the fluffy floor of clouds, seeing her hands just slip through her arms. It’s been normal for her to have lucid dreams after the accident. No wonder she has a hard time connecting with other people after that. "You're not dead, I mean not yet," the voice chuckles and her brows knitted in annoyance. "I'm not trying to rain down on your parade either."

“Like I did something terrible. Like... I was a monster.” The air felt heavier and thicker. Lucian cupped her face gently, forcing her to focus on him. “Elara. Look at me.” She did, with her eyes filled with tears and fear. “That was a nightmare.” Lucian said each word calmly. But his heart was in turmoil. “But it felt real.” Elara whispered. “Nightmares do. It can never be real. That's why it only happens when we go to sleep. And when we wake up, we should return to the reality and forget the dream.”

Rina was confused, but she pretended that she was alright. She always thought of herself in high regard and the fact that she’s still a virgin. It is because she has no recollection of being fucked by someone. The girl wanted to believe that she’s still pure, despite the constant memory loss. At first, she was at loss about what she should do. But after weeks of hypnosis, she had a lucid dream. It feels so surreal that it feels like she’s talking to a real person. She was trapped in a barren desert while she sat on a wooden chair. Below her is her twin, a person who always smirks and talks rudely at her.

If only she knew. I had never said a word of it to anyone, but over the past few nights, I have been getting strange dreams. Lucid dreams that felt so real that I woke up with ice-cold limbs. I didn't remember them once I was up, but the phantom feeling of their occurrence always remained. How could I explain that to anyone? And anyway, they could actually mean nothing. But what if they mean something? I pushed the thought into the deep recesses of my mind.

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."