From The Depths Of Dreams นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“As for Sidd, keep loving him in your dreams because it’s obvious he is tired of your repulsive attitude,” I added. The next thing, I found myself, plunging beneath the surface of the swimming pool. I gasped. I don’t know how to swim. My heart picked a race and my chest tightened, comprehending my situation. “This is just a warning, Nadia,” I heard the faint groan of Ria at the surface. I topped my head up in the pool, but my weight submerged back into the water, deepening my head into

When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,' Then You scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions... Job 7:13-14 The rustling outside of our tent wakes me. Supposedly, there's no wild beast out here, but I check on my four girls. They're sound asleep. For a moment I sit listening, then as soon as I start to lie back down the rustling starts again. I call Malika. Groggy she answers, "Hey Jade. What's up?"

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

I've always felt so safe with them, they're my family. I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please don't I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please no not this again... I woke up suddenly but without scaring anyone or yelling I just closed my eyes I don't want to see any of this I feel it for real Everything in it is so cold and dark I feel it all surrounding me... This is good...

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

My dream is over and now I'm awake. ... ...

--- The Dreamfield — The Depth Sophia drifted to the core of the dream. There, she saw the memory of humanity’s oldest fears — war, hunger, loneliness — unraveling like threads from an old fabric. In their place, new patterns formed: compassion as geometry, trust as rhythm. She reached out, and the dream responded — threads of light curling around her wrist, weaving symbols that pulsed with meaning. Then she felt a tremor. Not of danger, but of awakening. Billions of minds stirring at once.

Tumbling in a crashing, cascading waterfall ‘round corners, hurtling downward into sudden calm. The almost imperceptible rustle of shadows clinging to corners. And whispers on the delicate, fraying edges of dream. Voices mumbling. Low. Impossible to hear, to understand. but there, nonetheless. Syllables caught, sometimes, if she were to listen. Yet sleep called, those tattered edges skirted, exhaustion enveloping her. The whispers now words saying There is no book as Eidolon coaxed her from day into dream. ***

night, when exhaustion finally claimed me despite my resistance, I dreamt of fire. This fire breathes like a living thing. It pulses rhythmically like it has an actual heartbeat pumping through its flames. I walked through the burning woods barefoot, my soles pressing against earth. The flames didn’t hurt me, they didn't seem to touch me at all. They part before me like heavy curtains being drawn aside. Then I hear voices rising through the crackling flames. Soft at first, then growing in volume. Multiplied and multiplied again, layered over each other in impossible harmonies that sound like they're being sung from deep underwater. I can't see anyone anywhere, but they chant in perfect unis

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.