Dream Server Novels & Stories

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..

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity. “Yes, perhaps you have an idea of whom it might be because he looked exactly like Mr Montero, but what was the girl with red hair doing at his palace?” “It's a meaningless dream. Mr Montero has no daughter, and he stays in no palace,” Mrs Spielberg stated. Charles shrugged his shoulder. He dares not tell them that the red-headed girl has been appearing in his dreams for the past few months. “Is there something else you need to tell us about the dream? You know I can't interpret a real meaning to it if you don't remember most part of it,” Mr Hensworth uttered.

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

* 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.

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky." How ironic. Valerius, the bastard who made that promise in my dream, was a complete liar. Yet the one delivering this ultimate romance... was the terrifying, ruthless Lord beside me. A walking demigod. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two. "You don't like it?" Cassian frowned slightly. He caught my emotional breakdown instantly. I ignored him and walked straight to the bar in the corner of the deck. There were a few bottles of strong Dwarven spirits.

"What is a dream dweller, Elfar?" "Dream dweller is the bridge of the supernatural. Between the dream realms and ours. Anyone powerful enough could invade your mind and pass the bridge... thus making you an oracle. The one who sees the past and the future. And if someone who could seize your mind, could control you. That is why your father wanted you gone rather than bestowing you the curse of the gods. He wasn't a terrible man, you know. He just wanted to have an ordinary life. A happy one. Poor but mundane, away from all the conflicts and war between supernaturals and the church. He tried, you know. Wed a beautiful human, but before you were born, Damascus' grandmother had used him and inv

We would do that tonight if he wanted to. “Think of the Dreamworld as a living organism. People can go in and out of there without any problems as long as they behave the way that the world desires it to. It is hardwired into the world to desire it to remain hidden. It was a defense mechanism put in place once others began to covet it for its power. It sensed you as a threat because you were able to see it for what it truly was,” Dara explained. My eyebrows furrowed at that explanation. That did not entirely make sense though because I was not the only one who could see it and manipulate it.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.