From The Depths Of Dreams の小説・ストーリー

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

The words cut deeper than the slap. But it wasn’t pain that answered. A voice inside me whispered— “Not yet.” I flinched. Then it was gone. Like it had never spoken. --- That night, I dreamed again. Of a wolf — but not a wolf. Fur smouldering like slow-breathing embers. Flames curling from its ribs with every inhale. Ash drifting from its back like dying wings. It stood at the edge of a dead forest, colossal and still. Paws scorching the earth.

In this realm where dreams became reality, and reality became dreams, they discovered the infinite depths of their connection, the joy of shared adventures, and the enduring legacy of love that would guide them on their journey through the enchanting landscapes of life and dreams. As Theo and Axel journeyed further into the depths of the dream realm, they encountered a shimmering lake that reflected the starlit sky like a mirror of infinite possibilities. The waters whispered tales of hidden treasures and lost dreams, inviting father and son to embark on a voyage of discovery and self-discovery.

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

'WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY? ' ".. ". ' ".. ..".'"" ".' ' ."'". .....'."' ".. . . ' ".. ". ' ".. ..".'"" ".' ' ."'". .....'."' ".. . . on her coffee, coughing. 'WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?'

Memories, like elusive phantoms, danced at the edges of my consciousness, teasing me with glimpses of a childhood long gone. I closed my eyes, trying to summon those fleeting moments of innocence, of laughter and warmth. I could vaguely recall the joyous days of my youth, playing in the park, family dinners filled with love and laughter. But as I ventured into the years after college, the memories grew increasingly distant, slipping through my fingers like sand.

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?

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.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I groaned sleepily. "Awesome, I'll see you later," Jace said and hung up. I seriously think the universe was trying to screw with me in any way possible. I think back to the woman in my dream. Remembering the way I felt with her. The things I saw, her moans and screams, and started fisting my cock. I find the last memory, where I came deep inside her pussy and found my release. I laid my head back on my pillow and wondered why a house I built found its way into this dream. All work and no play makes Blaze a dull boy. Sleep found me once again, and I dreamed of only darkness.