Historias de Dreamscapes

People get strange powers from dreams.

Bill has plans. BIG plans. And Pinetree is the perfect person to execute them... {Billdip} (Cover art is not mine.)

Memory is not a place. It's a trap. Dr. Elena Voss created the Echo Protocol to save lives. To heal trauma. To reach the unreachable. But when she links a government agent's mind into her experimental dreamscape, something ancient wakes up-and it remembers her. Agent Augustine Shaw thought this was just another classified assignment. Until the shadows started speaking in his brother's voice. Until the dream wore his face. Until it wouldn't let him go. Both Elena and Augustine realize they're not just observers-they're part of the code. And now, the line between reality and memory is unraveling. The Echo isn't just learning. It's feeding-on guilt, grief, and everything they've buried deep. And the deeper they go, the more they risk losing not just their minds, but each other. Because the dream is no longer a simulation. It's a prison. And it wants them both to stay. Perfect for fans of psychological sci-fi, dream-horror, and high-stakes emotional thrillers, The Echo Protocol is a haunting descent into love, loss, and the terrifying power of memory.

This is.. slightly different. Edd is dead. Matt is an AI. Tom can't feel. And Tord is a dreamer. Tord's only friends only exist in his dreams. Or at least that's what he thinks.

❝ i don't think we're getting out of here with our lives... ❞ . ∘･∗ . ∘･∗ . ∘･∗ . ∘･∗ ━ open! ━ started august 21 ━ original apply fic! ━ girlsnightmares

A project I am working on that is primarily on Tumblr (I do have a discord link on there) that is eventually going to become a comic using this story here!

Nothing is ever as it seems; Be wary of who you speak to. Meeting someone from a dream you had ten years ago never really goes over well. The complications that have already started are doubled, and all the while, theres an even larger storm coming.... It's the beginning of the end, and its time for one girl to grow up and realize her place before that happens. Join a multitude of characters and journey with them to the end of all days. Part one out of seven. Excerpt There was an emptiness that seemed to follow her around as she walked the gallery, as if her mind was searching for memories it could not find. She shook her head, focusing on the art. Some were things she recognized, things she had done but on a greater scale. Others were familiar or completely different. Abnormally realistic paintings and drawings decorated the walls, everything from flora to fauna bringing the blank white walls life and color. A landscape of an ancient city, a desert paradise built around a large oasis caught her eye, the large work of art taking up close to an entire wall. Tasha nodded to herself: Picture perfect beauty. Down one hallway was nothing but portraits she found; all of the women painted eerily similar- every now and then a blank space with an empty frame. Tasha wandered through the gallery, the entire place oddly silent as she made her way through room after room. However, a good portion of the art was missing; blank plaques showcasing nonexistent art, roped off areas of nothing, always nothing where there should be something. She walked slowly, pausing in an empty white room with nothing but an open large wooden crate. Something immediately screamed at her to get out, just run as fast as she could away from that room. Something that was creeping up on her and any second would drag her down into- Tasha started running.

Poetry: The sort of thing you read and try to dissect. But poetry isn't meant to be like that, it's not meant to show how the author truly feels. The reader can take it how they chose, and learn from it what they must, that each and every rainbow, expires when the sun shines again. I write not to tell, but to express, loneliness, happiness, a lifetime worth of memories. I'm not asking you to read this, I'm not asking you to like this, I'm asking you to question yourself and find what you hold dear. -Kat.

Sandler is different. I know, I know, the same cliche stuff. But, this is something entirely different. Every night, when he goes to sleep, fourteen-year-old, Sandler Jacobson, can see what's going on, as in, he sees the world in his sleep. With the help of his accomplices, George and Frederick, can he get his dream girl, save the world from a threatening father, and star as Aaron in First Date? All these answers will be revealed and more if you just read, my first novel, The Dream Machine.

Beginning stages of an energy based awakening of a librarian. I'm working through some different writing styles and would love some feedback. Also dabbling in a different genre so any insights are also appreciated. This writing will be closely related to chakras, third-eye, aphantasia, and other similar topics. I will be releasing a google form style interview to build research on these topics. DM for more information.

Braeland continues the tale begun in Bright Deep. The medallion leads Prudence, Peter's sister to adventures she would never have dreamed of and gives her a purpose.

ap·pa·ri·tion /ˌapəˈriSH(ə)n/ (noun) a ghost or ghostlike image of a person. A collection of songs by Flowers. A lot of them are sad and/or incomplete. A chunk of them may be featured in an album I'm making called 'a look into the mind of a flower'.

All in the title. Cover art not mine.

Vince Finds a Basket In the Dreamscape, Taking care of it, But..Never Tells her One Thing, FIND OUT REST BY READIN! .3. (Written By OwlMotherMia)

Morpheus, the god of dreams, is bored with his lot in life. Delivering messages for the gods of Olympus like an errand boy. But when sent on a special trip to the dreams of a boy named Sky in Thailand, his world is thrown upside down.

The Sky Between Dreams is a collection of soft, mysterious tales pulled from the places the waking mind forgets-stories of peace, longing, memory, and magic. These are the dreams that stay with you long after you've opened your eyes. Part One of "The Stillness After" is the second short story in this series. Grief settles like dust as she sits alone, unraveling in the silence left behind. Years of buried pain rise to the surface, breaking through her carefully guarded walls. But in the stillness, something stirs, a presence she thought was gone forever. Elena Starling

Every night, she dreams of a boy bathed in moonlight - a figure who holds her close in a world that disappears with dawn. Every night, he returns to her, knowing she'll forget him when the sun rises. But one night, the morning doesn't come. And for the first time, the dream stays. A story about memory, longing, and the quiet kind of love that exists between worlds.

Trapped into a kickball match by the bullying jocks a boy is hit with a kickball in just a certain way that he is sent into a coma. He finds a world quite like our own and yet, nothing like it. Meeting one oddity after another. Learning to bend the world at will. But as all things he begins to yearn for nothing more than go home and the only way home is unknown. DreamScape - The World's Nothing As It Seems Minor Note - The photo does not belong to me. It can be found at http://photosen.com/details-macro/surreal-world-by-rolan-gonzalez It's created by Rolan Gonzalez.

She's no longer in her in her world. Does it even matter anymore? -Ev! That's her name and that's all she can remember. A Luma dreamcore/ weirdcore inspired original story (This story is a working progress, only five chapters completed so far!) Book cover made by ME! with ibis paint x and a photo of my tv head cosplay. (Maybe updated in the future.)