Soundasleep Dream Series Novels & Stories

It explores the connection of dreams and wellbeing from the spiritual perspective, requiring public events and an unusual archive, as well as teaching videos and educational courses but that was just for public appearance. He funded it for one sole purpose to help those who are curious about the nature of reality, consciousness, and dreams. He wants to know the reason for his dream; nevertheless his dreams about the Cold Mountain, his curiosity has been the only reason he funded it as he always has the same dream and he wanted to know if his dreams have a purpose? Had his dreams influenced his lives, his health, and his wellbeing? Do they lead him to spiritual awakening? and not until previo

*** Asahd's POV: I stirred in bed, feeling soft palms on my chest. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my vision adjusting gradually to the environment. I heard her soft voice that seemed to be only a dream. But then, it got clearer and clearer in my head, and then I realised it wasn't a dream. "Asahd? Asahd? Wake up please," Saïda whispered aloud, worry evident in her voice. I blinked several time and looked at her, sitting by me.

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

I hung up at once. Then I turned to my secretary, my voice calm. “Terminate every partnership with Pierce Group. Once the capital withdrawal is complete, redirect all funds to Langford Group.” The office fell quiet again. I turned back. Miles was still sitting on the sofa with his head down, fiddling over and over with the bandage I had just wrapped. I sighed. “How about I teach you a game?” Miles looked up. A thin mist clung to his eyes as he stared at me in confusion.

I saw all the posts and liked each and every one of them. Heck, I even took the time to comment on Rhys’ updates. “Don’t forget to burn the sheets I’ve slept on.” By the time I refreshed the page, the post was gone. A minute-long voice note popped up in the family group chat. Instead of tapping to listen, I removed myself from the group chat. It was another day of rehearsals that ended at ten at night. I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms.

Finally, Drake was putting some distance between us until I started hearing sounds coming through his bedroom, loud sounds of his moans, my legs ceased to move. The sound was primal, a low, rhythmic thudding against the wall that separated our rooms, punctuated by a jagged, guttural moan that made my skin turn to ice. I stood in the hallway, my hand frozen on the ceramic doorknob of my own room. The floorboards beneath my bare feet were cold, but the heat rising in my face was suffocating. After three days of "normal," the illusion shattered with a single sound.

I was still very much injured and still trying to heal. But then I remembered the dream I was having right before I woke up. The one where all four of them were on me at once — Reed fucking my tits, Cole deep in my pussy, Jasper stretching my ass, Kai in my mouth. It was so vivid, so hot, so dirty that my pussy clenched just thinking about it. My face went hot with embarrassment. Did I say any of it out loud? Did they hear me moaning their names while I was sleeping? Oh god, I hoped not. That would be the most humiliating thing ever.

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

She tried to give it to him but her limbs wouldn’t work. Then he also asked her to wake up. ‘I don’t want to wake up Asher. I’m sooo comfortable. And everything is great here. Just stay here with me.’ She told him. Although she didn’t hear herself saying the words. Before she knew it, Asher was replaced by the girls. All of them. Aspen, Syl, Mickey, and even Rainn. And they all wanted her to wake up too. Is that a normal part of dreaming? She didn’t know.. she couldn’t remember. But she argued with them all. But they couldn’t hear her .. in fact .. nobody had been able to hear her this whole entire time.