DesertOrder
In sleep, the world does not break - it rearranges.
Shadows develop rules, and the rules change the moment you hesitate. Every night, the dreamer wakes into a place that is familiar in shape yet stripped of every comfort.
But not every dream is fear.
Some nights open not into darkness, but into power. Here, the dreamer is someone else and also entirely themselves.
Every world bends around the dreamer's presence.
Every figure, monstrous or human, reacts to the choices they make.
And what lurks in the dark and what whispers in the smoke may not be separate at all... only different languages spoken by the same restless subconscious.
This series is not about good dreams or bad ones.
It is about dreams that mean something - ones that place the dreamer in the center of pressure, identity, expectation, and instinct.
Each entry is a fragment of the same unseen structure:
a shifting universe that reflects the dreamer back at themselves, one flickering light and one closed door at a time.
Author's Note: This is a record of my lucid dreams.
Some of them have followed me since childhood - vivid enough, intense enough, strange enough that they stayed in my memory long after waking. Those dreams make up the main chapters of this collection, written in the order I first experienced them. They form a kind of story, not because they were meant to, but because my mind kept returning to the same rules, the same shadows, the same pressure that always seemed to be waiting for me.
Other dreams didn't connect to that main thread at all, but they were too vivid, too sharp, too alive to be ignored. Those are the dreams that earned their own names - standalone stories that broke away from the main arc but still belong here, because they were unforgettable.
Everything in this book is told exactly how it felt:
first person, as I experienced it.
If a dream was memorable enough to survive the morning, it's memorable enough to live on these pages.