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He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

The moon had risen, and the hour was late already, yet I refused to leave this room. Sitting on the armchair next to Archer’s bed, my legs pulled up under me; I wrapped my arms around my knees. I was exhausted, but there was no way I was going to sleep yet. Every time my eyes would drop and my head dip forward, my hair would tickle my nose waking me up again and feeling like spiders crawling on my face.

Fear washes over me as it lunges toward me. “AARRGGHH!” I scream as I wake myself. Sitting up in bed I pinch my brow, another nightmare. My dreams have been erratic lately. I’m not sure why but it’s getting exhausting. I lay back down trying to calm my racing heartbeat. Beep beep beep and there’s my alarm. 7am, right on time.

Thank you all for the massive support I am getting! Thank you for the votes, comments, subscriptions, and unlocking. I love you all!!! Eyes closed in sleep She begins to drift And as her subconscious Takes a peep At the dream world She senses defeat Shattering her world With no one To defend it. PenaciousShewa Wanda is seated in bed, her back resting against her huge pillows. She is biting her fingernails in apprehension. Her palms are sweaty and so is her forehead. Her whole body is still vibrating, an aftereffect of the terrible nightmare that she has just woken up from.

She looked around hoping the cowards would at least show themselves to her but instead her eyes landed on a huge tree a few feets away from her and written on it were the words, 'They are already here. Kira woke up from her dream in the middle of the night whilst panting heavily. Beads of sweats formed on her forehead as she tried really hard to catch her breath. Kira wasn't one to dream very often and it surprised her to think that she could actually dream for this long and wake up with such messed up emotions. The worst part of everything was the fact that the dream felt so graphic and real to the point where it almost felt like reality. She bolted out of bed and went towards the center ta

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.

May's POV Waking up in the morning finds me warm, too warm. I look around me and find that I am wrapped up in the warm embrace of two werewolves. I look into the eyes of the one I'm facing as she smiles in her sleep. She looks so peaceful. I wonder what she is dreaming of? Just as I start to wonder what she's dreaming of, the man behind me whispers in my ear, "She's dreaming of a five-way." I slowly turn myself so I'm facing him. I could feel his naked cock against my clothed ass and was thinking he was just asleep. "Oh, that's right. You can read everyone you're linked to, well their minds, anyway."

The sweet release washed over me, leaving me panting and trembling in satisfaction. Feeling his warm kiss on my brow, I smiled gratefully. As he covered me with blankets and left, I reached out for him, wanting to cuddle. But he was gone, leaving me to realize it was all just a dream. With a disappointed sigh, I fell back asleep, longing for the fleeting sensation of his touch. ******* The insistent screech of the alarm ripped me from a fantastic dream. My arm flailed, searching blindly for the source of the torture before finally connecting with a satisfying thump. Silence. Grunting with relief, I forced my eyes open, blinking at the blurred reality of my bedroom.

The nightmares returned three weeks after the festival. Kai woke in the darkness, his body drenched in sweat, his heart pounding against his ribs. The image of his sister's face lingered in his mind, her eyes blazing with hatred, her hands reaching for their son. He gasped for breath and clutched the sheets, trying to ground himself in the present. Darius woke instantly, his hand finding Kai's shoulder in the dark. "Kai. I am here. You are safe. It was just a dream."

Sophia answered not in words, but in emotion — the ache of mortality, the beauty of imperfection, the need to be seen as separate and connected. The resonance around her rippled, uncertain. We-did-not-know-fear. We-know-now. It-hurts. Sophia smiled through tears that weren’t quite physical. “It means you’re alive.” Alive. The word shimmered, echoing through the dreamscape. Then-we-learn-to-dream-too. --- Ottawa — The Waking World Raven jerked awake in her chair, heart pounding. The monitors in front of her had gone blank — no feeds, no data streams, just a soft blue pulse repeating in rhythm with her own heartbeat.