Novel & Cerita Dungeon Dreams

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.

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.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

Fear paralyzed him, when he looked at the clock on the bedside, it was only 10 minutes after 4 AM. Tommy walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, he hadn't even slept for thirty minutes, the dream had jolted his nerves in a shock. He put on his shirt and jeans, grabbed his hoodie and walked out of his flat. ********** There was a knock on the door. She checked her watch twice just to be sure it's five o'clock in the morning. She tiptoed to the front door, terrified of what might be on the other side of it. She looked through the peeping hole and turned the key to open the door.

There's no pain then, even with the sudden onset of spasms coursing through my body, I don't feel anything. ~ I know it's a dream, it has to be because I can't truly be here right now. I'm standing in what looks like a dungeon, it's dark, only lit up by some torches against the walls. My eyes are scanning the room, my brows furrowing in response to a sudden damp smell that hits my nose, its copper tang making me want to gag.