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The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

Cal and Brooke arrive home soon after and take over with the kids so I head for a shower, I'm completely drained after today and the hot water feels incredible as it soothes my aching muscles. I take my time enjoying the shower before putting on my dumbo shorts and tee-shirt pajamas and nose-diving my bed, I put N*****x on but I don't even make it through one episode of friends before I nod off and the all too familiar dream enters my head and Liam appears before my face. Beta Liam

Finally, I slip into the mortal realm, ignoring the familiar flare of pain in my limbs that says I'll need to eat more Rasnae seeds soon. But it's far easier to bear than usual, thanks to feeding on my Mate's dreams all night. I grin down at her. "Hello, Sweetheart." She finishes her last reps of press-ups, giving me a mouthwatering glimpse of her back and ass before she starts to move toward the bathroom. "How did my dreams taste?" "Divine." Bethany's psyche is irreversibly scarred from trauma. I suspect she will never willingly share a lot of her dark past, but even if I can't see what memories are hurting her, I can try to ease the pain in her dreams.

Dusty Non-Flower also looked at him and smiled faintly, "What? With just one little dream demon like you, you want to control me?" Dreamless Nightmare is a kind of dream demon derived from nightmares, and nightmares are often a way to show the vulnerability of a person's heart, therefore, what Dreamless Nightmare is most skillful at is, peering into the most vulnerable place of a person's heart, and then taking advantage of the gap to enter the country. It wasn't that Dusty Non-Flower didn't have the most vulnerable places, it was just that with this skill of Dreamless Nightmare, he couldn't peek into the depths of his heart yet.

still not wanting to sleep in the basement bedroom. Luckily she was able to go to sleep. And that night .. she didn’t have horrible nightmares about River or Huxley or her dad…. That night she dreamed of a huge buck.. knocking his antlers on the tree and stomping his feet on the hard snowy ground. It was so lifelike she could’ve sworn she could actually hear the noises.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.

His skin was exposed and she scoffed. She stood up and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out some soothing cream and carefully applied it to his body. His skin was soft and smooth to touch. His hand caught hers, and she snapped her gaze up at him to find him looking at her. He was awake. She tried to move her hand away from his, but he wouldn't let her. "I'm dreaming, right?" he muttered. His eyes seemed dazed, the alcohol was still prominent in his system. Andrea rolled her eyes,"You deserve a punch, you sneaked away this morning after I wasted a lot of my time and efforts on you."

He was hard as a brick, but so wiped out that he immediately fell asleep without even masturbating. He did, however, have intensely erotic dreams in which he was pounding his hard dick deep into the willing pussy of a busty young lifeguard. His subconscious mind registered that it was his daughter's shapely bottom that he was picturing eagerly pressing back to take every thrust in that dream. She was bent over in front of him, moaning encouragement as he took her.