Novel & Cerita Thaumcraft Strange Dream

I threw her into this blasted dream, all because I was afraid of what the queen would do if Primus never recovered. "Oh, it's far worse than that," Thalan warns. "If she is a universal dragon in the dream state and she changes herself or her surroundings, it could bleed out of the dream. It could become a new reality. It's how our ancestors found this planet. It wasn't discovered, it was dreamed into existence." "And if she's having a nightmare?" my eyes widen. "No." "Yes," Thalan confirms. "It becomes our nightmare too."

Am sad about not seeing Thabiso throughout the holiday period, talking about him, I have been having weird dreams about him, and in the dream, I see a clay pot placed under a bed with black liquid inside. When I look closely, I see his face in the pot but it has two sides, one of an animal and one of his normal face. I don’t know what it means yet but I feel like talking to him about it but then again, how do I initiate contact him with him when he never contacted or visited me throughout the holidays? Then there is another dream that I have been having.

Like a second heartbeat. I slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her. The notebook Cerelia lent me, the one she filled with overlapping rune theories and broken bits of Norse spells, after looking at my notes, sits on the desk. I grab it and make my way to the kitchen, flipping on the smallest light. The dream clings to me. It feels like more than just a nightmare. It’s a message, or a warning. I just don’t know who it’s from. I draw what I saw. The mirror with the cracked center. The reflection that wasn’t Scarlett but felt like her. Far too much like her.

She couldn't even hear their breathing sounds either, which gave her a feeling that she was alone in that room. Thea couldn’t help but smirk, amused at the sudden shift. She settled into her bed, feeling a strange satisfaction, and let herself drift into a very comfortable sleep after a long and tiring day. That night, her dreams took her to a vast, empty space that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. She wandered aimlessly until she noticed a faint glow in the distance. As she approached, she found herself standing before a faint figure—the original Thea Jones. Her soul rested peacefully in this strange void, and beside her lay a small dragon, curled up like a guardian, its scale

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Lily said, "Something like that." I stopped walking and said, "You are joking right?" Lily said, "I do not joke." I looked at her. She was serious. I said, "Okay explain." Lily began to explain, “Dreamwalkers use mana to access another world. Let’s call that world the dream world. Every living thing’s dreams manifest there, I mean the good ones, bad ones, nightmares, everything. A dreamwalker’s job is to patrol that world, make sure nothing crosses over into reality and causes problems. But when a dreamwalker sleeps, they can unconsciously open a gateway. If they’re having nightmares… that gateway stays open. And things come through.”

Her amber eyes brightened when she saw me. “You came back.” My foot moved towards her. Her smile disappeared. Darkness spread through the water behind the chamber. Something enormous struck the outer wall. The vision shattered. I crashed into a display case. Hayate caught my shoulder. “What did you see?” I pushed myself upright. “A throne.” “And?” “A woman.” “The woman from your dream?” Before I answered, the relic split open. Blue light poured across my palm and flowed onto the central table. Lines moved over the marble, connecting until they formed a map of Silvercrest.

Familiar. “Did you get it?” I asked, leaning forward. A hand slid through the gap in the wall. A small vial. Black liquid. Unlabeled. “Straight from the rogue camps,” he whispered. “You sure about this?” I smiled. “Let’s see how strong the Queen is when her own child poisons her from the inside.” Ending Scene XENIA’S POV That night, I dreamed of fire again. But this time… it wasn’t destruction. It was rebirth.

There is only silence. I’m not resting. I’m hunting. In front of me sits a small, velvet-bound journal and a leather pouch. I lifted them from her vanity while the nurses were changing shifts. I open the pouch first and tip the contents into my palm. Purple and gray leaves that crumble to dust. I bring them to my nose. The scent is faint, musky and sweet. Dreamshade. I recognize it from the restricted texts in the Alpha library. It’s a mild hallucinogen used in old binding rituals. It lowers inhibitions. It makes the mind susceptible to suggestion.

What kind of trick is this? “You’re a very inquisitive and pessimistic woman, mate.” Thales smiled, a dimple forming on his cheek, making my heart skip. “Th...Thales. But… but..” I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing. This is some weird fever dream from the marking. That has to be the answer. This isn’t like when I saw mamma. She had magic and left some of it with me to meet her. “You realize we can hear every thought you have, Katrina.” Thales chuckled softly. His laugh was so warm and rich that I wanted to melt into his laughter. I wanted to rush to his arms and never leave them.