Dream Escaped Novels & Stories

**DREAM OVER** “Zara! Wake up, beautiful. Please. Aiden's soothing and soft voice pulled me out of my nightmare, and I began to cry. The next thing I knew, I was cradled up in his arms, where he let me cry. I fell asleep in his arms, waking up when he was putting my pack on the bed. He stood up, turning to leave when I whispered. “Stay, please. You make me feel safe.” And the next thing I knew, I fell asleep in my mate's arms. *FLASHBACK ENDS*

After she had washed up herself in the bathroom, Daeira retired to bed with a happy face, and when she closed her eyes, a subtle release of smoke filled the room, sending her into a nightmare that would haunt her. As the dark smoke filled her system, there began a series of events in her dreams, sending her into a programmed apocalypse to reset the pattern of her brain along with a particular memory she made along with the Aryan king. Daeira trembled in her sleep for the fright the nightmare she was having until she bolted awake, panting and disoriented. She darted her eyes around the silence of her room, cursing that very horrid dream of apocalypse and the unwanted coitus against that beast

Sphinx pov I dreamt of claiming my mate and smiled deeply at the intense dream we shared. Dreamscape is one hell of an awesome place. I'm glad I turned her on so well, I was completely satisfied and certain she was too. I'm positive I put a baby in her as well. I'm not sure how to broach the subject with her, but I will continue to break her walls down until she accepts me as her husband. We've both marked each other and mated in dreamscape sealing our union. The little minx is going to be pissed for sure. I smile in my sleep. Alaneo shook me awake and insisted that we leave so I reluctantly transported us back to our own realm.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

I wake up screaming my heart racing, my chest tight like am losing my breath, my eyes burning like I’ve been crying even when I don’t remember crying, my pussy aching and wet and my nipples hard from my own need! And the worst part? The worst part is that sometimes… I still hear his voice after I wake up. Like an echo. Like it followed me out. I don’t know what to do anymore, who to talk to without them dragging me to the psych ward. The only exception is my best friend Sylvie! I mean how do I escape a man who’s made it his intention to be everywhere I am, even in my dreams! It’s like am fucking cursed! The internet says these dreams might just be a figment of my imagination, a Reddit post s

I screamed as I realized I was no longer in the hospital but transported to the dreamscape of Tiberius’ mind. Like most times that I’ve been pulled into this place, nothing made any sense. When we finally face off against Melania, I want to question her fucked up choices. After I managed to land safely on a platform, I noticed Tiberius was climbing a ladder in my direction. I don’t know what told me to reach for him, but I’m glad I did as the ladder disappeared. If I hadn’t grabbed his arm, he’d have fallen.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

This place is unusual, really unusual. One of the many pebbles I threw, hit a tree. I stopped under the tree, resting my head on the trunk. If Stacey could see me now, she'll flip. Partly because of my fashion sense right now and also because I look like a deranged woman. The blue ripped jeans I wore this morning, was stained with dirt. It looked more like blue and brown dyed jeans. A bird's nest was better looking than my hair. For some strange reason, my body hurts, was it from tripping in the cafeteria? I hadn't remembered hurting this much, I barely hit the ground then. I remember going home, pissed but...... how did I get here? I can't remember. Allowing my emotions to overwhelm me, the

He explained that it's the only transpersonal training center in the United Kingdom and one of the few self-sufficient charitable trusts in the world supporting research into dreams from a spiritual perspective. The DRI was part of the Center for Counselling and Psychotherapy Education Trust (CCPE) in Central London. It explores the connection between dreams and wellbeing from a spiritual perspective, requiring public events and an unusual archive, as well as teaching videos and educational courses, but that was just for public appearance.

How are you, Myung-dae? Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this? Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade.... Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought