The first night I used DelphEye, it showed my death by heart failure. I had had trouble falling asleep at first, as the putty-like glob was uncomfortable and made my eyebrows itch. But once I knocked out, it worked as advertised. The dream was from a strange perspective. Usually I dream in the first person, just like seeing through my eyes, but I was outside my body this time. Looking at my frail ...

As I shut my eyes and drifted to sleep the curiosity peaked. What would I see, would it be quick and peaceful? Would it be violent and slow. The possibilities ravaged my mind as I tried to calm myself. Once I finally relaxed enough to doze off I became overly sensitive to the environment around me. That was until I realized I was no longer laying in my bed. I wasn’t even inside my house anymore. I...

It was something I said I'd never do. I had told even my mother that it was a stupid idea. Then, she had gone and done it herself, out of the curiosity that kills. I don't know what her dream was like and I hope to never know, but you can be certain that her demise came by car accident, because she never stepped foot in another car for the rest of her life... Consequentially, when she did die, at ...

I was used to the oddness of old Mr. Mercer’s corner shop, but I never expected to find the weirdest substance I had ever encountered.

I had just gotten out of the hot bathtub and dressed in casual rainy weather clothing when I checked my little cabinet dedicated to Mr. Mercer’s concoctions and I saw that I was running low on my Potion of Youth stock. You see, they’re very important to me since...

From left to right, she trowelled on each rainbow. Her lids—though heavy, carried them with pride.

The colours that arched her sockets, would retell the stories of her life, in an unmemorable flash. And then—in slo-mo, her end would come.

'Dreamscape' had been on the private market for 12 months. One man's dream had a hefty price tag, with limited accessibility. And so, 'Dreamscape' was a quiet...

What's dying like?

Do we just fall asleep?

Is it pain free?

Do we sense the soul leaving the body?

Do we even realise we're dead?

Maybe we die every night

And our dreams are the other world

Where nothing makes sense.

If so, are our nightmares hell?

Will we, one day, live in our dreams forever?

(this is very off prompt and silly... long day :( )

...

Tell me love

Let me know

How I’ll sink

To depths below

Drop into

Claws of death

There I’ll rot

Til time is spent

Eternity

Will mock me

And you will

Try to stop me

But I’ll just

Keep going

I’ll sink

You’ll be floating

I reached the

Ocean floor

Where I could

Inhale no more

Drowning in

Sorrows in

Water in

Deepest darkness...

(This is another rushed story.)

After many months of watching commercials, seeing billboards and having random strangers asking to buy it, I have finally obliged. I’m going to try EyeCream, a product said to give you realistic visions of the future when you go to sleep. So realistic, it feels like a lucid dream.

After I laid down, I applied the cream to my shut eyelids and fell asleep. The cream...

I’ll finally do it.

Science has surely evolved. Now we can now the cause of our death as a dream just by putting on some lotion in our eyelids before sleeping.

My sister put in on a few weeks ago. Turns out she’ll go to hell by a car crash. She said she didn’t look that old in the dream. When she finally recovered from the reality check, she tried convincing me to put on the dammed lotion. I can...

I wait hastily for a glimpse of my future.

My breath comes in shallow waves, chest rising and falling in panicked peaks. Sweat clings to the palms of my hands, glues the fabric of my shirt onto my back. I pace through a sterile white facility. Enclosed in this building is nothing more, nothing less than a vision of how I die. A vision of the entryway to beyond, the opening to infinity, the scene...