Wbtb Lucid Dreaming Novels & Stories

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

Could Aunt Kaylie be losing her memory? I shook my head and searched again for a store where I could buy a dream catcher. I didn't know of shops nearby or ones selling charms like dream catchers. While I was searching, I came across the term "lucid dreamer" and clicked on it to read more about it. A lucid dreamer is someone who can control their dreams and move and decide according to their desires. They often escape dream paralysis, like the incubus... "Incubus?" I paused and tapped on the highlighted word, but my phone suddenly died.

"Okay Babe, this is the part where you show me how to talk to her, we cannot just have a full-blown conversation with her standing there being talked about and not being able to talk back." Gabriel smiled down at Scarlette and kissed the top of her head. "You are already aware of your reality, and you are already aware of how to walk in your dream, you actually want to teach yourself to lucid dream. We can do it one of two ways." Gabriel cleared some things up for her and then waited for her to give him the go-ahead to continue. So she nodded her head.

Breaks at regular intervals. Few hours later.... Max: Read, Read, Read... A few more hours later... Lucifer has disconnected.. Max: Readdd...Read... An hour and a half later.... Max: (Laying down on the table with a book as a pillow and drooling incessantly) Zzzzzz..zzz..zzz..z..z..zz..z... Next morning.... Smack....A nice five-fingered palm woke Max from his sweet childhood dream. As he looked up to see Lucifer with shock and anger who was just smiling at him, but oddly enough, looking at it Max felt uncomfortable as his ultra-gaming instinct was saying that something was wrong.

The restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving just us in a bubble of candlelight and impossible revelations. "That's crazy," I whispered. "White Luna mythology isn't real. It's just folklore." "Is it?" His violet eyes held mine. "Or is it history that's been deliberately forgotten, suppressed by those who fear supernatural power?" "I had stress hallucinations," I said, pulling my hand back. "My therapist explained it. I was processing trauma through fantasy. None of it was real." "What if your therapist was wrong?" Lucien's voice was gentle but insistent. "What if what you experienced wasn't hallucination but awakening? The first stirring of ancient power in your bloodline?"

the darkness parted and Arabella stepped through leaving behind the scent of vanilla and roses. Lucians dreams caused him to call out. “Bella … Bella, where are you?” Morning found Lucian lying on his back on the wooden floor snoring loudly at the ceiling. A groan left his lips as he rolled to his side. Curses poured out as he sat up and held his head. For just a minute his dreams swarmed around him like a child’s merry-go-round, then they were gone. A thousand jack hammers pounded in his head making him nauseous. Swallowing hard, he tried to capture the dreams as they turned to smoke. The harder he tried to remember the harder his head hurt.

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.”

My heart was beating so hard, it felt like it was trying to claw out of my ribs. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced a deep breath. Maybe this was just a memory. Or maybe, I looked down at my hands. My fingers were trembling. Okay… deep breath. Count them. “One, two, three, four, five…” I counted aloud. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…” I stopped. Then I looked again. “Eleven…” I whispered. My voice cracked. “Twelve?” “What the actual...” I gasped. Okay. Okay, definitely dreaming. I had twelve goddamn fingers. Yep. This was not real. Lucid dreaming. Or a nightmare. Or a vision. Hell, maybe Lucien's ghost was screwing with me, I don’t know.

Forcing my own subconscious to morph our surroundings, the darkness fades away, and my power branches out, spinning Bethany a new dream in the blink of an eye. She blinks at our new surroundings, sitting on a wooden bench in a colorful park, watching as happy children and parents play around the park. Now Bethany is cleaned of any dirt or blood. It always takes dreamers a moment to adjust to the lucid dreams incubi can craft. But finally, she focuses on me, and there’s a definite surge of want in the dream around us before she looks down. “What am I wearing?”

Kiki retorted, but Lucas just shook his head. “Nope, my little Kieran is as short as I remembered.” My? “Only because you turned into a freaking tree!” An ugly tree. I hadn’t been the only one weirded out by their familiarity. Rob had coughed pointedly, snapping Kieran out of whatever trance Lucas’ shifty eyes tricked him into. He finally turned back to us, eyes flicking back over to Lucas as if he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Now I wish it really had been a dream.