Conjoined Dreams Novels & Stories

“Hmmm... and when you wake up, what kind of emotions do you feel?” I’ve never really thought about that, but, now that he has said something. “Umm... confusion, a little bit of happiness, but mostly confusion... and self-doubt... what are you thinking Cal?” “I am thinking that they aren't ‘just’ dreams. It's rare, but it has been written that some can form a bond so strong that they can essentially astral project to their mate if they have been separated for a long time. It’s hard to explain, because you would only be in HER head but you can see her as if you are next to her.”

It had been beautiful and terrifying all at once. Back in the cottage as I slept… I tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed, my dreams fractured and chaotic. Visions of Dr Reeves's lifeless eyes mixed with glimpses of the rogues frozen by my command. Each time I neared true sleep, the mate bonds would pulse, sending waves of the quintuplets' emotions washing through me – guilt, confusion, longing, fear. It was like trying to rest with five different radio stations playing in my head. When I finally drifted into deeper sleep, the dream came again.

They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness. As she ventured further, the line between Elysium and Nyxterra began to blur in her mind. Her dreams were a chaotic battlefield of images, a jumble of memories from her life in Elysium interspersed with the strange, shadowy visions of Nyxterra. It was as if the two worlds were merging, creating a dissonance that left her feeling fragmented and disoriented. She would wake up in her apartment, only to find that her dreams had seeped into reality, leaving her questioning what was real and what was illusion.

She could hear their voices, their names, see their faces, feel their bond, but as soon as she opens her eyes, she would no longer remember what their faces looked like. She heaved as she pondered what was her connection with them. The dreams felt so real like she was in there and watching it all, yet, she couldn't understand a thing. Especially since she couldn't piece any of the dreams together, as they came in different fragments, and forms. Perhaps, was this her subconscious mind messing with her? But why would she be having dreams of two strangers if really her subconscious mind was playing tricks on her? She pondered deeply, and as usual she got no answer to her wide numerous thoughts.

Everything else went black as my eyes shut. Nadia’s POV I was with Sidd in the hospital. Since he was admitted, I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything else, even Zeehan. I kept seeing Sidd in my dreams and woolgather. Tears formed in my eyes as I held his hand, squeezing it softly. He had an oxygen mask on and the heart monitor was streaming at the other side of the hospital bed. I never thought I would feel this way again. When he was around, I didn’t want to see

tears fresh, climax earth-shaking squirting grass-flood, milking his bellowed eruption deepest yet. Collapsed entwined, fantasies fully lived, Anita's virgin world shattered gloriously into wedded kink eternity, into wedded kink eternity. Garden dews settled heavier as Liam rolled her onto side, spooning close, cock nestling hot between thighs, but rest was tease. His hand snaked front, fingers circling clit lazily building anew while whispering, "Tell me another fantasy now." Anita shivered, voice breathy recounting rope suspension, candle wax. He grinned dark, carrying her indoors naked trail of fluids.

I dreamed of unified consciousness that night. Not memory—actual experience. In the dream, I was us again. Three perspectives merged into singular awareness. Experiencing reality through Zack's Alpha certainty, Drake's temporal fluidity, and my void-touched perception all simultaneously. The sublime completeness of being more than individual. The profound connection of genuine unity. Then I woke alone in my body, and the loss hit harder than it had in months. Through the bonds—thin threads that would never be merger again—I felt Zack and Drake experiencing similar dreams. Felt them mourning what we had destroyed through staying merged too long. Felt them wanting what we could never have agai

Raymond ignored them as he frantically picked up his phone, reading the text over and over again. "Congratulations, Mr. Johnson. Your divorce from Ms. Melanie Strickland is now officially finalized. As of today, you and Ms. Strickland are no longer husband and wife in the eyes of the law. You no longer have anything to do with each other and can marry whoever you want." "No longer have… anything to do with each other?" Raymond repeated the words aloud dazedly, his eyes suddenly turning red. He suddenly recalled a memory from back then, when he and Melanie were cuddled up on the couch in their little apartment, full of hope and excitement for the future.

MAYRA'S POV I passed a bright smile to Rehan, interlocking our fingers together. Our fingers connects perfectly with each other like they were meant to be. Well…maybe they were meant to be together because otherwise I don't think any other reason of being 'us' except from destiny. Destiny do plays a great role in entangling two paths together which were once completely opposite. "Err...Mayra." The unsure voice of him brought me back to reality. I raised my eyebrows gesturing him to say whatever he wants to. But instead of saying anything he just stared at me with various emotions reflecting from his eyes.

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.