Strange The Dreamer Novels & Stories

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

"Anyway, are you all right? I mean, it's extremely unusual to see you, Valerie Farrell, the highly dedicated employee of Kiwi Incorporation, set aside a lot of time or should I say ‘spacing out." “Y-yeah, I'm alright, it's just that I had a strange dream last night,” The blonde female responded as she finishes cleaning her desk and organizing her paperwork. “Why? What exactly do you mean by strange?" The short-haired girl questions, perplexed as to what kind of dream her friend had. “It just seemed so real.” She responded before changing the subject and grabbed her belongings before leaving with the short-haired girl.

I ask my friend. "The bikers who helped are part of 'The Yellow Bandanas' club there in Casper; they recognized Liam from when we were looking for him; they say him on the side of the road during a traffic crash and helped deliver him when they realized it was him. Part of the baby's middle name is Riley; do you think it is after you?" "Doubtful, very doubtful," I respond around the small lump in my throat. Black Jack hangs out for a few more minutes before heading home; leaving Julia and I together with our thoughts. Well if this isn't just the perfect way to end a shitty week; all I or Julia can do now is wish them all the best in the world.

“I said leave me alone. I am fine.” With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Oliver standing in the corridor, frustration and worry coursing through him. ***** That night, Annabel’s dream was more vivid than ever. She was in the forest again, the silver moonlight casting an ethereal glow. But this time, she wasn’t alone. A shadowy figure stood before her, their features obscured. The voice that had been calling her name now spoke clearly. “You’re not who you think you are,” it said. “The truth is in your blood. There’s more to find out.”

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

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

And then, just as suddenly as they had begun, the dreams ceased, leaving the traveler alone in the darkness with nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. Chapter 4: The Enigmatic Stranger The next morning, the traveler awoke with a sense of unease gnawing at his insides. Determined to uncover the truth behind the city's mysteries, he set out to explore its labyrinthine streets, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. As he wandered through the bustling marketplace, he caught sight of a figure lurking in the shadows—a hooded stranger with eyes that seemed to pierce straight through to his soul. Intrigued, the traveler approached the stranger, his heart pounding