Novel & Cerita Dream Fighter

Because there he stood, my nightmare in the flesh. Damian.

Flashes of my stepdad, Dave appeared in my head as I felt pleasured by Jackson. I rushed to open up my eyes, so I get to etch the face of Jackson into my head, and I saw Dave again stroking his fingers in and out of me. “Ohh daddy” I moan softly as I called out to him. I must be hallucinating, cause this is Jackson right here doing his thing on me. He looks up to me “You want me baby?” he asks as he fingers me vigorously. He brings out his fingers and put it in my mouth. “Do you taste good?” he asks.

He stammered, "I… I didn't get it wrong. The license plate on that car—it was the one you gave Madam…" "What?!" Wayne almost lost his footing at those words. By the time he came to, he was already shoving past anyone in his way, desperate to find her. In a haze, he remembered the time five years ago when he had thrown himself into danger to save Arden. He told himself he could save her again—even if it cost him his legs all over. But no matter how many survivors he searched through, she was nowhere to be found. His steps faltered only when he stopped in front of the mangled wreck of the car.

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

Damian croons. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back the way he came. As we move through the dreamland, the horrible forest of my nightmare slowly transforms. Gone is the blood and horror, the unwelcoming darkness that tormented me so terribly. It’s gradually replaced by the glittering woodland of our dream dates, and I feel myself changing too. No longer an injured, frightened little girl, but the woman I am today. I don’t know how long it takes, but Damian carries me all the way to our dream bed and climbs on, pulling me into his lap, “There now. I’ve got you, baby. It’s Over.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

But I remain calm and give her an urging look. She sighs deeply and continues. “In the dream, I’m some kind of servant girl. And you are in this large gladiator arena. You put on this helmet-like thing that is shaped like a flame over your head and some kind of black metal breastplate with a red dragon carved in the middle of it. And you take out this large sword that gleams like moonlight. What gets me is that you look sad. Almost as if it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose.”

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

Damn it! @Death Wish