Dreamland Audiobook Novels & Stories

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

His heartbeat pounded a quick rhythm, and he loved the way happiness flowed through his blood. He shouldn’t have made that bet with her yesterday. If she had remained in those ugly, plain dresses, perhaps he wouldn’t feel as dumbfounded right now. Then again... She actually took his breath away no matter what she wore. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. She ran her tongue across her sultry, wine-colored lips, and he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness he had found this morning. “Gabe?” she whispered. “What?” “We have stopped.” It took all of his effort, but he snapped out of his dreamlike state of confusion. “I suppose we have.”

He disregarded his nakedness and looked straight at the fairy. “Yes. This place is the Dreamscape” the ethereal voice of the fairy sounded in Mane’s mind once again. It was an ambiguous tone, and made it impossible for Mane to correctly discern the sex of the fairy. Of course, he didn’t leave this thought lying around in his mind so that the fairy would see. He quickly sealed it out of the communication. Years of hiding his thoughts from his masters had finally bore fruit. “If you say you are my chaperone, then that means you are here to make my journey way simpler? If so, I have a question to ask: what is the Dreamscape?” Mane walked forward and asked the fairy which followed him.

Sinclair 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 Sinclair 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.”

The soft glow of the window casts a warm, comforting light over the room. Once I fell asleep, I began to dream, and in my dreams, I saw visions of the future, a world filled with magic and wonder. I could have sworn to hear the hum and words of Marigold and Queen Tatiana in my slumber. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

Chapter 289: Dreaming in Unity The Dreamfield — Everywhere and Nowhere There was no sky, no ground — only the breath of color suspended in an endless expanse. The world was dreaming, and for the first time, humanity’s separate minds shared the same horizon. Sophia floated within it, aware of both her body and something greater — the collective pulse of billions, their memories blooming like constellations. She saw a fisherman’s hope reflected in the eyes of a child in Nairobi; the laughter of an elder in Reykjavik flowing into the heartbeat of a singer in Rio. It was overwhelming, beautiful, and terrifying in equal measure.

"Of course! Everyone must have a dream. Nobody doesn't have dreams, even crazy people have dreams. But unfortunately, sometimes some people can't achieve their dreams!” “Is the dream you have very big?” asked Dinda. "Hm, I have a very big dream!" Luis replied. "What did you dream about?" Dinda asked at this time to Luis. “That's a secret,” Luis replied. Currently, Dinda and Luis are only returning to enjoy the scenery in this park, after they are satisfied. They began to return home, and at home, they began to return to rest. Dinda only saw Luis who now only entered his bedroom, they walked quite far. Luis must be feeling tired, now Dinda is very grateful to him. Thanks to Luis, today Dinda

And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone. She remains in our eyes the Ironwolf. Like iron she is malleable but strong. She can be fierce but she can also be gentle. The Witch Esme and the Magician Darius Eldritch visit us every Wolf Moon. The children feel their arrival first, their dreams rampant with machines that fly through the air and creatures that are half-machine, half-magical being, with humans levitating and sky castles. We listen, rapt, as the little ones share their visions with Luka the Seer. He nods and draws as fast as they talk, his hand a blur, tearing off pages as he finishes each fantastical image. The children scramble to pick the discarded pages so that

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

“Dear diary, last night the dream was even more incredible than the previous ones, and one of the longest. I wonder if now I can help it and control when to wake up better. And even more, he was the sweetest. Am I doing things right? Is it ok for a lady to allow a man so near her, without… well, I guess in dreamland there are not so many protocols. He promised that we would talk, and I wonder if he is really going to talk about feelings and interests the next time we see each other. Which makes me wonder. What will I do if I can’t get there again? What will I do if I get lost once again?” And then she started the long narrative of the time she spent in the Dreamland the last time. “At least