What Not To Do In A Lucid Dream Mga Nobela at Kwento

she opened her eyes and looked at her mom. "I told you not to lucid dream often. It may affect your mental health," her mom said. "Mom, what's the importance of having a power like Lucid dreaming if I wouldn't use it?" she asked philosophy. "Nicole, sleep paralysis is always twin to Lucid dreaming. See what happens to your great-grandmother who Lucid dreams about often? She died," her mother said while preparing her uniform. "Mom, I'm not like her who abused it and escape reality," she replied.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, resting my elbows on my knees. The second I closed my eyes… I saw it again. Toria standing in front of me. Her hand resting on my arm. Neither of us moving. Then me… Leaning in. I squeezed my eyes shut. “No.” The word escaped before I even realized I’d said it. I stood up and started pacing around the room. Nothing happened. That was the truth. Nothing actually happened. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? I walked over to my desk and picked up the basketball sitting underneath it. I spun it between my hands before letting it drop back to the floor with a dull thud.

My fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard. I shook my head, gripping my hair in frustration. Whatever. I closed my laptop, the sudden darkness of the room doing nothing to quiet my racing mind. For the first time since moving into this dorm, I lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sleep to take me.

"Well, I should not be too distracted like focusing on hunting demons or feeling extreme emotions that might trigger the demon. Or else I would be swallowed in one moment." I nodded, listening seriously. Lucas stared at me. His eyes flashed. He then smiled mischievously. "And...my soul should always be relaxed and comforted. The slight depression or stress might affect me heavily. I should not be exposed to any aggressive words or violence. It would be great if all of my wishes and requests will be followed so that my soul would not be impacted by dejection and regrets." "....You add that last sentence by yourself, right?" Lucas: "...."

“But remember, not all dreams aren't real. They're like movies playing in our minds while we sleep.” I opened my mouth to argue. “But—“ “I understand you, child.” Luciana smiled, cutting her short. “I do but what I am certain of is that not all visions are as seen, they sometimes have a different meaning to what meets our eye. The past cannot repeat itself and that was what your nightmare was about tonight, I would say you were only relieving what could’ve been the happiest moment of your life and what was the saddest moment of your life as well too.”

He just stared at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve—or a prize he planned to break open. “I warned you,” he said finally. “Warned me?” “Not to get distracted. Not to let them touch you.” “I didn’t let them—” “You didn’t stop them either.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know the rules.” Lucian came around the desk slowly, every step measured, dangerous. “Then let’s make them clear,” he murmured. “You don’t get to flirt. You don’t get to play coy. You don’t get to pretend you don’t know what’s happening.”

I could feel his emotions towards the woman. “Don’t say that again.” “The what? The Luce Bear?” I repeated. “Why? Because that woman was the only one allowed to say it?” “The next time you dream about them, force yourself to wake up.” “That's not easy. I did it a couple of times. You don't know how much I struggled, Lucius. It was scary. You didn't experience it, that's why it's easy for you to say such things.” “Don’t think you're the only one who has nightmares,” he stated.

I needed to stay vigilant, cautious. My thoughts wandered to the possibility that Alpha Dante might have accepted me as his mate, a notion both thrilling and absurd. I quickly chided myself, snapping back to reality. Daydreams and wishful thinking would only cloud my judgment and lead to disappointment. I couldn't allow myself to entertain such unrealistic fantasies, especially when my future remained uncertain.

Kingston had no other option but to stay in the living room while Patrea built an enchantment in her room so Lucy would not feel or smell her presence, and she built a noise shield in my room to hold off any noise that we would make tonight. I was still not sure if Lucy would feel the difference between a sleeping me and an awake me. Because I was one hundred percent sure I would not be able to control myself once I saw her. But I promised Lucius I would try my best. ‘We’re here. Get ready.’ Lucius dug into my head at the exact moment I lay in bed. I already turned off all the lights as he instructed, with only the full moon illuminating my room. ‘I still fucking don’t know how to pretend I’

Someone I loved. I woke up gasping. Four hours had passed. Not enough but better than nothing. "You were screaming," Lucian said, sitting beside the bed. "Thrashing. Whatever you were dreaming wasn't peaceful." "Nightmare. About the party. About Hope. About betrayal from an unexpected source." "Your mind processes fears. That's normal." "What if it wasn't just processing? What if it was a warning? What if my subconscious knows something I don't?" "Then we pay attention. But we don't let fear paralyze. Dreams are information, not prophecy. Useful but not absolute."