Sering Mengalami Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

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.

The dreams, which Lior knows about not through direct access but through the specific quality of what the bond carries from Lucian's sleeping mind, the texture of active dreaming distinct from the texture of dreamless rest. The dreams have stopped. Lior confirms this on the seventh night after the ceremony, the bond transmitting from Lucian's sleeping presence only the smooth blank quality of dreamless rest, no texture, no movement, no evidence of the mind working through things in the way that sleeping minds do when they are alive and inhabited. On the ninth morning, Lior asks directly. "When did you last dream?" Lucian looks up from the morning correspondence. Considers the question with t

I paused as I thought about some excuse, “it’s bothering. You’re bothered about it, right?” Dang. “Ah. Y-yeah. It’s quite scary, but I can still h-handle.” “Um...” I breathed. “Lucid dreaming can help... a dream during which dreamers, while dreaming, are aware that they are dreaming. However,” I said, “it takes a lot of practice. Some people take on superpowers or special abilities, so they can fight back against the attacker. Escaping, you can do things like flying away or even doing techniques to deliberately wake up from the nightmare.”

I didn't have enough time to brainstorm on my current situation as the door opened gently. I became slightly relieved as Lisa and Steph walked in. But something was odd as they stood feet away from me like I have a plague or something. "Why are you guys standing over there?" "And why is Steph looking like she is about to cry? I asked, my voice coming out raspy and stiff. It was also extremely difficult to talk and everything feels like a dream and I'm stuck in a lucid dream. "Can you get me some water?" I asked Lisa directly as they both continued to look at me without saying a word.

Dylan had an epiphany at that moment, and an idea came to him. "Have you ever heard of Lucid Dreams?" “What is it?” “It's a club that caters to every need, or something along those lines. It is the coolest club I have ever been to. It's ideal for hanging out; you should look it up and we can hang out there. What are your thoughts?” “I will research it and get back to you.” “All right, just let me know when you make your decision.” Rita's phone rang at that moment, so she excused herself and returned later. He almost missed it because he was preoccupied with what he saw the last time he went to Lucid Dreams.

As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him. "You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that. "We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams." "You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous.

But frankly, that wasn't the only reason why I couldn't ask for his help. I couldn't bring myself to trouble him again. I'm well aware that he is busy preparing for the football game in two days, and I don't want to disturb his focus. “Stephanie,” I said, lowering my voice as though the very words could shatter the moment, “can I ask you something?” “Yeah, absolutely! What is it?” She replied, her curiosity piqued. “What does it mean when you consequently have lucid erotic dreams about someone?” I blurted out to Stephanie, my voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. She just wide-eyed stared at me like I had gone crazy.

And as if something clicked in me, I started remembering things I've neither seen nor experienced before. 'That singing woman, flower, mom?' It took me a few moments to connect the dots and finally make sense of what's happening. It's not completely impossible for a dead person to talk to me in my dreams. Considering that an alien from another planet summoned me here, it really won't be that surprising as that. I took the lucid dream seriously and arrange my thoughts properly. I felt myself disassociating for a second there. 'I thought I had DID.' I looked around and grabbed my phone. The time displayed 10:32 pm; a few messages were there as well. I took my bag and walked towards the bedroom

This time, I’m not just remembering, it truly feels like I was reliving that nightmare from years ago. I feel myself standing up, each step heavier than the last. Was this what lucid dreaming was? Where you felt like you couldn’t control your body, but you could see just what was happening? Could understand what was going on all around you? Because that’s what’s happening to me now. My body felt hot and heavy but it knew that it wanted to go to the door.

At a certain juncture, I reached a breaking point and let out a scream. "Ahhhhhhh!" For the first time, my thoughts started to become less clear. My eyes were blurry as a result of the discomfort, and I passed out as a result of the excruciating pain. Nah, I discovered myself in another lucid dream. How irritating. I despised these kinds of nightmares since they constantly prevented me from sleeping well. My mind continued to spiral out of control, turning everything into a prison that compelled me to confront and repent of all that had happened.