Dream Of Prison Novels & Stories

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.

She wanted to escape the nightmare that had taken hold of her, but it seemed to have a relentless grip on her thoughts and emotions. A cry escaped her lips, and it only got louder and more desperate as the torment in her dream intensified. She struggled to distinguish between reality and the chaotic images that besieged her mind. Her body contorted, and the sheets tangled around her, mirroring the turmoil within. As the nightmarish cycle continued, Jada's breathing became more erratic, her moans more pronounced. The pain in her head was unbearable, and she felt as though she was drowning in a sea of emotions and memories.

"Is there any way to stall them?" "Why do we need to stall?" Barren asks, giving a broad grin. "We can go straight to them. But first, put that suit on." Ten minutes later, I’m suited up and held tightly against Barren as the ground beneath us opens up and we begin to fall through the dream plain itself until we crash through a bubble and find ourselves in what looks almost like a BDSM dungeon filled with people in many different phases of sex and dominance. "What the hell?" I hiss as the stench of arousal reaches my nose. "Who the fuck dreams of shit like this?"

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Date = 9 November Waking up in a bed. Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) His bed in his house. Now that’s a first. POV - Melaena I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion. Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM. I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion. Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.

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.

“But your next trial will not test your hands or your charm.” He leans forward. “It will test your mind.” There’s a hush in the room. The air feels heavier. “The Dream Trial,” he says. “A shared illusion, created by a relic older than any of you. Once inside, your body sleeps. But your mind will face what it fears most.” He stands. “You will enter the dream together. But you may not stay together. Time moves differently there. Emotions twist the world. What is safe one moment may not be the next.”

After everyone showered, which got delayed because Ife was happy to be able to to get ravished by all of her mates at the same time, they enjoyed a candle light dinner on the balcony. Duskin updated her and the twins on his findings concerning Jacob and Esime. They had gone to another realm to hide out, one that wasn’t used freely and came with a steep price. They sacrificed a part of a soul every time they entered this realm and they most likely were using souls from the growing list of missing people. Ife suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of doom headed their way. She didn’t know if it was for the pup or pups in her womb. If it was because of the battle ahead of them with Jacob and Esi

Damien - On the afternoon of Saturday, the 15th I’ve been having the same dream every night. Lola’s pinned to the wall by her ex, but they vanish just as I get there. Then I see Justine pinned to the bed being violated. And again, I’m too late to stop it. Repeatedly I fail. Still panicked, I wake drenched in sweat, but I’m in my disheveled room. The moonlight from the open window shows dim outlines of everything. I groan that it’s still dark out.