Dream Of The Endless Sandman の小説・ストーリー

I had the feeling that someone was watching me, there was a strange smell in the air, lavender is a relaxing scent; I tried to clear my mind and finally I fell into a deep sleep. But far from reality, ever since I found out that Maximo is my mate, I have been having these strange dreams. Still, they keep repeating themselves repeatedly, in my mind, about a couple, he is very handsome, tall with long dark hair, his eyes are a gray color that captivates you just by looking at him. And her? Her hair is white, almost silver-like mine and curly, but her face, I haven't been able to see it. Still, I feel a strange sensation when I see it, as if I see myself in her, I don't know how to explain it.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

When I was in her before, I caught glimpses of strange things. Damonq had, too. He’d been in her mind now often. He moved around, looking for ways to understand her. That meant looking at her memories, the times with Claire and her father. The times on the streets. Those saddened and angered him. Even further back, to her childhood. She dreams. Her dreams often are grounded in reality. She is the key to all of this, Damonq. Sandu and the others are out here. They are like a pack of wolves, restless for the hunt. They want direction. We need to point them so they can do what they do best.

The solo instantly became a duet and being the professional that he was, Adrian effortlessly made the transition without anyone being the wiser. I thought that it was smooth sailing from then on, but unfortunately I thought wrong. It was about twelve in the morning already and as I haven't been getting enough sleep as of late, the Sandman decided to pay me a visit. I could barely keep my eyes open and we still had seven minutes left to play.

Sandra said immediately she got hold of Jasmine "You can't just run a way after all our sleepless nights" she added hugging Jasmine "I'm sorry Sandra.. I don't think I can do this" Jasmine cried disengaging from the hug "Pls jasmine Don't let our efforts go to waste and moreover this has been your biggest dream. Do you want some freaking fear to ruin it?" sandra asked rhetorically "She's right" Desmond appeared "You... what are you doing here?" Sandra asked "I'm here for the same reason you are here" he said with a cute smile

I say my voice cracking with emotions. “She was the only thing that softened him and because of that…he didn’t want to lose her so he tried to defy fate for her but they’ve been stuck in a life and death loop every since destined to miss each other in every lifetime.”I say smiling tightly as a tear slips down my eyes.. “I know you feel it, Those dreams?”I continue watching her reaction carefully. “The fire, the stone walls. The man you can’t see clearly?”I say and her breath stutters turning shaky as her knees almost wobbled.

“Sweetheart, I must go now. There is something that must be done. You should sleep now. I won’t be long “Yes, I know, but I don’t like it. You are going to your death, and I know I can’t stop you, my love.” Edwin grabbed his hand and began tracing the scar on his palm. He remembered the night Daniel gave it to him. Daniel had entered Edwin’s dream one night that Emma was away, and they fought. Sometimes the scar burned with pain that took away his breath away.

No one came. Elena whimpered in frustration and yanked her hand away, curling into a tight ball. She wouldn’t let herself finish. Not while he was just down the hall. Not while her body betrayed her so completely. Sleep came in restless fragments. When dreams finally took her, they were dark and vivid: strong hands gripping her hips, tattooed skin sliding against hers, Sandro’s mouth on her throat as she moaned his name like both prayer and curse. She woke once, drenched in sweat, the ache between her legs sharper than before.