From The Depths Of Dreams Novels & Stories

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

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

(LULLABY OF WOES) “DREAM, DREAM SWEET BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN, DREAM OF A WONDERFUL DREAM, BUT IF YOU WAKE UP A PRIEST BESIDE YOU, HEADLESS AND POOR, WILL TAKE WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU.”

“I am not tired.” That was a lie. She was exhausted down to her very bones. But whenever she closed her eyes now, the dreams returned with greater intensity. They had grown worse in recent nights. She saw fire consuming entire cities, crowds screaming as they fled in terror, and the same mysterious woman from the ancient memories, the first Phoenix. Only now those dreams felt different. They felt closer and more personal, almost like fragmented memories rather than distant visions. Each time she woke, the fire in her veins burned a little hotter, as if the dreams were feeding it.

Dreams, vivid and enigmatic, brushed against my consciousness, their tendrils beckoning me into a world of magical mysteries. "Behold, the queen has departed our realm!" A shrill cry, slicing through the velvety stillness, jolted me from the depths of my dreamscape. Cali's voice, a symphony of fear and surprise, reverberated in the room. She clutched a tissue, as if it were an anchor in a sea of the extraordinary.

“I thought they disappeared.” Reality begins trembling violently. Not from attack. Not from destruction. Recognition Somewhere beyond existence— Something awakens Ancient. Forgotten. Angry A second voice echoes across eternity. Older than galaxies. Older than stars. Older than memory itself. “You left me alone.” The child freezes. The stars go dark And for the first time since the beginning of existence The First Dreamer begins to cry

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

It's like a beautiful dream for me and I don't want to wakeup from it ever. THE END!

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.

Then he was gone. I shut the door. The bolt was a joke, the wood splintered. It didn’t matter. The immediate hunt was over. A deep, bone-grinding exhaustion hit me like a physical wave. I didn’t even bother with the cot; I just collapsed onto the thin mattress, and the world went black. The dreams weren’t kind. They were fractures. Glimpses of impossible places. A cathedral of weeping stone under a blood-red sky. A labyrinth of chrome and screaming data. A frozen tundra where the wind carried whispers of dead players. High-level Instances. Death traps.