Novel & Cerita Fantastic Dreamers

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

So not fun. “What do you mean by… this dream?” Fallon quirked a brow. Looking puzzled. “This dream I’m having. A fairytale dream with a beautiful forest, handsome, funny guardian gnomes, and a sexy fairy man claiming to be my mate. All of this.” I threw my hands around, gesturing around me, and noticed the conversation had gone silent and everyone was staring at me.

“You remember them.” Ama nodded slowly. “Who were they?” The answer came from the Keeper. Its voice was almost inaudible. The First Dreamers. Silence. The world seemed to stop. Orion's eyes widened. “Wait.” He looked toward the Sea. “Then who were you?” The Last Dreamer laughed bitterly. “We were the second.” The truth crashed through the bridge. The First Dreamer. The man they had called the beginning. Had never been the beginning at all.

In the dream world, a holographic keyboard materialized in the air. "System.Spawn(Turret_MK4);" Alex muttered, typing on the air. CLICK-WHIRRR. A sleek, futuristic laser turret materialized from digital pixels. It swiveled around, locking onto a target. "Now we are talking," Alex grinned. "I can code the dream!" "Excellent," Liam nodded. "Aurora, you are the Fantasy. Alex, you are the Logic. Together, you are unbeatable." Suddenly, the white sky turned dark grey.

"It's just a dream. The Barren is dry." Darius shakes his head. "It only looks dry. The river still runs through underground caverns beneath layers of poisoned rocks. You see goodness can never be destroyed, only hidden. So Ludovico, working with the dreamers ..." "He what?" I say, thinking I must have misheard. "He worked with the dreamers? The ones who dream this place from the inside? That makes no sense." Darius holds up a finger, "Remember ... irrationality. The dreamers have no allegiance. They pass no judgment. Perhaps Ludovico promised them the sacrifices, new dreamers to join their ranks. Perhaps they just thought our world needed a change. I don't know."

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

Y right at him. "We met in a game. He's fantastic at it and knows how to take care of me. When I pull late nights, he stays up with me and even brings breakfast the next morning. Though it started online, I trust him more than those real-world men who only promise and never deliver. "He sings to me. Even if he's off-key, it's utterly charming. He tells the worst jokes, but the sound of his voice alone can put me to sleep. Above all, he understands me. When I rant, he just gets it."

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.

His hand froze in midair, and his face went slightly pale. But he recovered quickly and gave a soft laugh. “Clara, you’re joking, right? Everyone in Harbor City knows Miles is just...” Evan did not finish. The whispers and laughter around us slowly rose in his place. “Mr. Pierce is still trying to save the Langfords some dignity. He’s just an idiot.” “Exactly. Just a useless son the Langfords keep around for show.” Miles stopped moving. His head lowered, and I could not see his expression.