Dream Reader Novels & Stories

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* 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.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Her dreams were filled with disjointed images—snippets of her past, memories she had long buried or forgotten. One night, as they rested in a dimly lit alcove, Lyra was jolted awake by a vivid vision. In the vision, she saw herself as a child, standing in a sunlit garden. The scene was serene and peaceful, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness of Nyxterra. She could see the young version of herself playing with a toy, her laughter echoing softly.

River carefully asked, unsure of his own words. "Moving through time? What does that mean?" I whispered, body now trembling in panic. "Your dreams are too vivid, and they are always linked to real events, or at least possibilities." River said, keeping his eyes on my face, examining me like I was a puzzle. Drake grunted in annoyance and I turned to look at him. "How didn't we see it before?" "See what?" I asked him. "Don't accept us as mates. Run Kiera!" Chase quickly blurted out.

Ryan is the one who scares me most because his silence feels like a coiled spring and I want to be underneath it when it snaps. I want all of them. Separately. Together. In combinations I've been mapping in my head since month two, lying in my bed at night with my hand between my thighs, listening to the house sounds – Jake's shower running, Mike laughing at something on his phone, Ryan's heavy footsteps in the hallway outside my door – and cumming to the fantasy of six hands pulling me apart. Four months of tension. Something has to give.

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.

Lauren said she loved them as friends and felt very comfortable to be close to them, but she thought sex was inappropriate. Daniel had a couple of dreams in which he watched either of his best friends, or all of them together at once, having sex with Lauren. Each time he woke up with a very hard erection and decided it could be very sexy to watch either cock going back and forth in his wife's pussy. Would he really like it to happen? Maybe!

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

The moment her fingertips brushed the metal— Nothing happened. No visions. No pain. Only… Warmth. “It’s real.” James nodded. “I know.” “I brought it back.” Darrien looked from one to the other. “You…what?” James leaned back. “I dreamed.” “I met someone.” “I woke up.” “And the key was lying beside my bed.” Silence. Charlotte had expected strange. She had not expected reality to begin following dream logic. Darrien finally spoke. “So…” “Either we’re all hallucinating…” “…or dreams have become doorways.”