Strange The Dreamer 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

I'm asleep almost immediately, sinking down, down, down into the dreamless depths of a heavy sleep. I'm having the strangest dream. Something feels wrong, uncomfortable, but I can't seem to wake up. I'm not sure what it is - I can't quite place it. But - it's so hot. So hot. It's hotter than the Sahara desert, I'm sweating, trickling…

I woke up feeling pain in my head and body. I had a strange dream last night. I felt like I had a one-night stand with a stranger. The dream memory lingered in my mind, leaving me unsettled and confused as I tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. The dream's details felt vivid and unsettling, making distinguishing between reality and the dream difficult. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a strange and unsettling dream in my subconscious. Do I remember what happened that night?

She rambled on, unaware that the doctor was staring at her transfixed. "You saw Jake's nightmare, a shared dream. It's very rare." He mumbled. Destiny stopped and looked at him, puzzled. " Sorry what?" "Since when you have been seeing such dreams?" "It's the first time, I have had weird dreams but I have never seen something like this before." "I'll take your word for it. You are a dream empath Destiny, someone who can see somebody's past and uncover their secrets."Connery explained quietly. Destiny blinked, " I am sorry I don't understand."

A matte-black bespoke suit set off his cold, upright frame, strands of silver-gray hair falling over his brow, his features aloof and severe, the whole of him wrapped in the distance and indifference of a man at the very top. His deep-set eyes settled heavily on me, filled with impatience, something tangled I couldn't name, and a flicker of hesitation that was gone in an instant. "Layla." His voice was low and cold, weighted with the pressure of a man looking down from above. "Where have you been these three years?" I froze for a beat, then couldn't help the sneer. "What's this? Is Don Perrone hoping to catch up on old times?" Eli drew a deep breath, looking utterly helpless.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

I muttered bitterly and mom quietly nodded. She grasped my hand gently. " I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to make you upset get some rest while I go talk to the doctor" she said softly and I nodded. Once mom left I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. I whispered something incoherently in my unconscious state. It seemed like I shared a special bond with that stranger. We were somehow connected and our thoughts and feelings were linked. I dreamed of a guy with a deep shade of blue gorgeous eyes. They held many emotions and dark secrets that I wanted to find out. Who was he?

The possibility that my family’s death wasn’t an accident. My future depended on discipline,on choosing ambition over desire. I repeated that to myself as I hung my apron, stocked pastries, cleaned tables, over and over until my mind finally settled. But that night, when I lay down under my thin blanket, exhaustion pulling at my bones, something unexpected happened. I dreamed, Not of fire. Not of Liam’s cries. Not of the crash, But of him. The stranger.

Through the dizziness, through the noise and confusion, one last image seared itself into me, the stranger's face, eyes dark and furious as he tore through the last of them. And then everything went soft, dim. I felt the floor give way, heard someone shouting my name, Thomas, maybe, or Melanie, but I wasn't sure anymore. My mind drifted somewhere in between pain, fear and silence. Before the dark pulled me under completely, one thought anchored itself in me, bright and certain, He'll save me. The man whose eyes had disturbed my peace since that first day on campus. The stranger who looked at me as if he'd already decided he would.

The hallway was cast in dim grey hues, the kind of light you only ever see in dreams—flat, cold, and wrong. The scent of old paint, dust, and something metallic lingered in the air. I walked past familiar pieces: the bookshelf overflowing with Anton’s favorite reads, the cluttered desk with half-finished notes and ink stains, and the couch where he used to sleep when nightmares kept him from bed. And then I saw them. Three of them—dream walkers—cloaked in shifting shadows, their forms vaguely human but flickering like unstable candlelight. They turned toward me, sensing the presence of an Oneiromancer. Their mouths opened, but no sound came out—only a low hum that buzzed in my skull like a s