From The Depths Of Dreams Novels & Stories

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

But once it did, it pulled me into its depths, plunging me into a dreamscape that eerily mirrored my waking life. It was dark. A void swallowed me whole, and a coldness pressed against my skin. I floated aimlessly in the kind of nothingness that seeps into your bones—a place devoid of warmth, light, or sound, except for whispers. Oh, those whispers! Like shadows slithering through the air, they echoed maddening truths. "You're not loved," one hissed. "You'll never find your path," taunted another. "What is it all for, really?" chimed in yet another ghostly voice. They danced around me, wrapping tighter than an embrace, but far more sinister.

Flashes of my stepdad, Dave appeared in my head as I felt pleasured by Jackson. I rushed to open up my eyes, so I get to etch the face of Jackson into my head, and I saw Dave again stroking his fingers in and out of me. “Ohh daddy” I moan softly as I called out to him. I must be hallucinating, cause this is Jackson right here doing his thing on me. He looks up to me “You want me baby?” he asks as he fingers me vigorously. He brings out his fingers and put it in my mouth. “Do you taste good?” he asks.

She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her. She's terrified and felt uneasy but manages to stand up confidently. “I fear no evil...” The evil of shadows laughed insanely. “Then why you are trembling?” The evil moved closer to her, he turns around as he scans every inch of her body. “I can't feel danger, darkness, and evil in you.” Falla took off her spell and hugged the darkness itself. “Come closer my friend, the more darkness I consume the powerful I get,” she said. Falla fell into darkness, she's screaming but there's no sound came out of her pinkish, perfect heart-shaped lips. She is still asleep, she knows that. The back portion of her body felt comf

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.”

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

Her every move went noticed by him. She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.

She pushes through the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest, yearning for a glimmer of light, a flicker of hope that will guide her to safety. As the dream persists, Elizabeth fights against the relentless pursuit, her resolve unyielding. She refuses to surrender to the darkness, to become a mere pawn in the twisted games orchestrated by Dominic and Tristan. With every ounce of strength she possesses, she continues to run, clinging to the belief that there is an escape from this nightmarish existence. “Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” As Elizabeth starts to emerge from the depths of her dream, the whispers that once filled her mind begin to dissipate, gradually blending into reality.

I wake up screaming my heart racing, my chest tight like am losing my breath, my eyes burning like I’ve been crying even when I don’t remember crying, my pussy aching and wet and my nipples hard from my own need! And the worst part? The worst part is that sometimes… I still hear his voice after I wake up. Like an echo. Like it followed me out. I don’t know what to do anymore, who to talk to without them dragging me to the psych ward. The only exception is my best friend Sylvie! I mean how do I escape a man who’s made it his intention to be everywhere I am, even in my dreams! It’s like am fucking cursed! The internet says these dreams might just be a figment of my imagination, a Reddit post s