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Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

Chapter 13 Awkward Moment Resh’s POV I woke up sweating profusely. I found it hard to breath earlier but I guess it was all part of the dream as I was breathing normally although a bit fast now. It is that nightmare of drowning again. Although it is clear to me that my nightmares were not mere dreams but had happened in reality, it still had come to bug me.

Ryder woke up with a bad dream. He couldn’t quite remember it, not even a single image remained in his mind but he knew for sure that it was scary. Judging by the fast beating of his heart and his sweaty face, he just knew that he must have experienced a nightmare.

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..

She climbed into bed, and as soon as her head touched the pillow, she was lulled into a deep sleep. Waking up is a shift from the realm of dreams to the reality of the day, and it is best to take your time with it. For it is only then that we may examine the meanings of our dreams, weave them into the realities of our existence, and feel ready to face the day. Captain

There’s an indeterminate span of time between asleep and awake. Those bleary moments, waves of thought washing over us as we struggle to gain or lose conscious- ness. Where dreams blur with reality, taking on aspects and influence from each other. The shriek of an alarm clock is translated into the cries of some prehistoric flying creature chasing us through Elysian Fields. The scent of bacon spurs a vivid scenario of gorging ourselves on anything and every- thing within sight. The slow, rhythmic thrusts of a cock between swollen labia elicits dreams of multiple members in multiple orifices.

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

But before that, it is imperative that you fortify your inner strength and hone your skills. As I wake up from my sleep, I feel disoriented and confused by the dream. To my surprise, I realize that I have woken up earlier than my alarm clock. In a hurry, I quickly get out of bed and head to the shower. Without wasting any time, I rush down the stairs and prepare a cup of hot coffee and a delicious breakfast. The fear of disappointing my mother and Nichole if the meal isn't ready on time pushes me to work efficiently. Just as I finish setting the table, they enter the room, and I immediately excuse myself, knowing that I can't be in their presence unless they call me.

he whispered weakly. I sprang towards him, but just as my fingers brushed his hand, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded against my rib cage as my mind raced with a million thoughts. What was that dream? Was it a vision, or was it just my subconscious haunting me yet again? My heart ached for Brax every second of every day, and maybe this dream was just a way of telling me I wasn’t ready to move on; I wasn’t ready to marry another.

Asher wasn't drying, I was drowning, it wasn't real. I awakened with a start, my heart racing and my body drenched in sweat. The echoes of the nightmare linger, haunting me like a ghost, refusing to release their grip on my mind. I tried to shake off the lingering sense of dread, to convince myself that it was only a dream, but the images were seared into my consciousness, impossible to forget.