Sering Mengalami Lucid Dream Novels & Stories

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.

LUCY I was in and out of this weird dream. Astrid and I were little girls, not werewolves, just humans, two little girls utterly oblivious to the dangers lurking around every corner. We were playing on the swings. Skipping rocks on the pond near, I don't even remember a pond where we grew up. I felt hot and cold, and I kept seeing a baby being snatched from a screaming woman after labour. She looked familiar, but I didn't know her. I wanted to help the women. The dream faded in and out until I heard a voice bring me back to reality.

Her heart skipped a few breaths. “Was it really him? It was Uzair. Wasn't it?” She was doubtful and still somewhat in the middle of sleep. The vivid dream felt so weird as if she actually lived all of it. She breathed in and out as different sorts of scenarios dismayed her even further than she already was. “Why does the dream feel like it was real if I was actually lucid dreaming?” She was barely able to shake her head to let an amount of overflowing thoughts get aside. It was unnerving her.

And if I wasn't already as tired as I was, I would have allowed him have his way with me… “I… I don't know… I had a dream, yes, but it wasn't bad, it wasn't horrible… it was… it was… I just couldn't understand it…” “Are you okay?...” Lucien asked again now. “You looked scared, the way you jumped, and you screamed so loud…” And I was surprised as I paused now. I didn't know I had screamed? And I didn't even know when?... I was surprised why I would scream?… Unless the joy I felt in my dream was that much?... “Do you remember anything that happened?...” “I'm…I'm not sure but it was just all emotional…” I answered, with my head facing the floor tired. “It all felt real and I thought it was true