Dream On Episode Season 1 Episode 1 Novels & Stories

I said as she helped me onto the edge of the bed. “He crossed the line,” Dr. Mokena said while pulling my shirt over my head like I was a little girl. “It didn’t feel like he’d crossed the line,” I said while yawning. “Maybe because he looks identical to the man in my dreams each night. I told you about that.”

That was not enough to build a solid dream, Juana knew. After eleven days, she felt worse, her concentration in class took a dip. She looked and felt drowsy during recess and game time. Her eyelids drooped in class and she couldn't see her teacher clearly. Her eyes hurt and she felt these terrible aches in her whole body. Juana tried to hide it but it was very obvious. At the end, she got hospitalized and what's worse? She refused to take analgesics because she wanted to avoid sleeping. It made Dawn cry. Dawn was Juana's mom and the only other person in the family that found her daughter's dreams scary.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

“Bring me a glass of water.” Dream Summer sat up and hazily blinked at the blur of broad shoulders and a blue shirt moving around in my kitchen. I yawned as Dream Damon brought me a glass of water wearing a cute apron that read: Hot Stuff Coming Through. “You’re definitely hot alright,” I mumbled, sipping the water and smacking my lips. “How are you feeling?” Dream Damon asked, kneeling beside my bed-slash-couch-slash-desk and touching my forehead. I frowned and flicked his forehead. It felt very real. “What the fuck?!” I cried out, jumping and spilling water on his shirt as he sighed. “What? This is real? You’re here. Why are you here? Are you Damon?”

“I am going to finish everything tonight. And I will not be able to do that if I know that you are watching me.” I scratched my head and sighed. “Fine.” It is better for him to take care of everything so that after this day, we will have time for ourselves again. “I’ll sleep.” “Good.” He waved his hand to me. “Goodnight and sweet dreams.” Then, he gave me a flying kiss. “I love you Asper Reign.” I smiled and gave him a flying kiss. “I love you too, Caspian Jyn. Good night.” I ended the call and waved my hand to him before going back inside my house. Then, I closed the door and curtain. I might not get some sleep if I saw him right here.

They were readying themselves for the battle of their lives, and no one was willing to back down. (Evelyn’s POV) The room was silent, a soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. I lay peacefully in the bed, my breathing steady and slow. But in the depths of my subconscious, a sense of unease crept in, pulling me into a dark and unsettling dream. Suddenly, I felt a cold presence near me. My eyes fluttered open, and my heart dropped. Standing mere inches from me was Daimon, his face twisted into a sinister grin. His eyes glowed an eerie red, and the air around him seemed to ripple with malevolent energy.

"Besides, I had to get them to bed and trust me you've got the easier job. Our kids just doesn't like routine." Alessia groaned and slowly rolled out of bed. "Fine." Alessia rubbed her eyes tiredly as he quietly padded out of the room. Damon closed his eyes again and listened as Alessia called out to their children. "Babies, it's okay. Mummy coming." Damon stretched out and yawned before falling back to sleep, wondering whether his dream would visit him again. He tried to remember what it was about. Something about guns and Alessia wearing just an apron he thought, when suddenly he was jolted awake at the sound of Alessia yelling, "Damon! Come quick!"

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Her thoughts drifted back to the dream she had last night about him. The dream had felt so vivid, so real, that even after she woke up, her skin still prickled. She often saw Damon in her dreams, but those dreams were usually her fantasies and desires — moments where she saw herself being loved by him. But last night’s dream was different. In that dream, Damon lay on the ground, lifeless. She had tried to reach him, to wake him, but every time she got close, a cold wind pushed her back, whispering warnings she couldn’t understand. It was terrifying.