Thaumcraft Strange Dream Novels & Stories

“So, we’re part of the Dream Realm too. You’ve said that already.” “Yes.” “Then it’s our matter too.” “But.” “Look we know they aren’t our problem, but they are interfering with our Dream Realm and that makes them our problem.” “Alright, alright I’ll accept that and bow to it. You’re right. Then we’ll secure one portal and use it for now to enter take down any other portals then take that one last.” “How do we know when we enter the Dream Realm where these portals are?” “I’ve seen portals, standard ones. Their glow shoots into the air and you can follow it. Unlike the standard ones which are straight lines. These aren’t straight but they still glow into the air, and you can’ follow it.”

[Agatha’s POV] I gathered the same herbs, string, salt, and warm water for my second dream incubation. I should stop calling it dream incubation, ‘dream assemblage’ is more fitting, or ‘dream summoning?’. Nah. I plan to tell them about the prophecy and the danger they face in person, but it is impossible now. I will use dream assemblage to reveal crucial information to them bit by bit. It’s like sending a series of telegrams or truncated text messages. At least they can think of a way to protect themselves from potential threats.

My breath hitched as pain shot through my skull, white-hot and unbearable. It was as if the dream realm had come alive, fighting back against the intrusion of something unnatural. I clenched my jaw, pushing past the pain. The connection between us was there—I could feel it. A fragile thread linking us together, flickering like a candle in the wind. I reached for it with my mind, trying to strengthen it. The dreamscape quaked violently, sending fractures across the sky like shattered glass. A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Unremarkable. Until this morning. He sat up, gasping. His mother ran in, panicked. "What is it, child? A nightmare?" Tomas blinked, sweat dripping down his temples. "No…" He lifted his hand. A glowing rune pulsed on his palm like a spiral of smoke and sunlight. It shimmered, alive. "Did you draw that on yourself?" his mother asked. "No." He swallowed. "I dreamed of a girl. Her eyes were fire." The Archives of Kheris, High North

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

Elric appeared in the doorway a second later, robes torn from running. He saw the mages twitching in perfect unison and whispered, “He’s already here.” Kael nodded once. “The Dream-Eater.” Zareth skidded into the room behind them, already chanting. Kael grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t trap them. We need to wake them.” Zareth’s eyes burned. “They’re not asleep, Kael. They’re hollow.” Kael turned to Elric. “There has to be something Aria left. A key. A thread.”

The storm was raging violently just overhead and I kept counting the silver flash in the dark night sky followed by the sounds of thunder. I was never scared of thunders but then, I had never been through a storm like that. The noise was deafening and the flashes of light made my eyes hurt. I heard faint knocking sounds... Was I imagining it?? Maybe it was a thunderstorm only. Just then I heard a loud knocking sound on the outer door. Then I realised that it was Dr path, checking if I was alright? Still shaky with nerves, I groped my way to the door and opened it. Dr Parth stood there with a flashlight. He shone it on my face and I blinked, putting up a hand.

The dreamscape around them was alive with possibilities, a realm where stories took flight and imagination knew no bounds, a sanctuary where hearts spoke in whispers and souls danced in joy. In the heart of the dream grove, Theo and Axel discovered a hidden path that led to a garden of glowing crystals, each gem reflecting the light of a thousand stars. The crystals pulsed with a gentle energy, their colors shifting and changing with the ebb and flow of the dream world, a reminder of the beauty and wonder that surrounded them.

A really weird, really vivid dream. Except succubi didn't have normal dreams anymore. Elder Markov had mentioned that during one of his visits, something about how her kind experienced the dream realm differently. She'd been too overwhelmed learning about energy manipulation and enthrallment to pay much attention. Now she wished she'd listened. Eve carefully extracted herself from Damian's grip, holding her breath when he stirred but didn't wake. She needed to check on Silas, needed to confirm that what she'd experienced was just her imagination running wild and not....