Soundasleep Dream Series Novels & Stories

The council murmured, their attention fixed on the subtle aurora-like glow threading through the chamber. --- Global Dreamscape — Sophia’s Perspective Sophia moved through dreamscapes made of fragments: sunlight on ocean waves, the scent of pine forests after rain, the laughter of children she had never met, the sighs of lovers in hidden rooms. Each memory, each feeling, became a note in the symphony. She felt the fears too: isolation in a Mumbai slum, grief in a Parisian apartment, rage in a Chicago street. They surged toward her, raw and unfiltered. Yet even these chaotic threads, when touched by the resonance, softened, integrated, transformed into understanding.

But… He had barely gotten anywhere when the sword he had tossed earlier pierced his chest and drew blood from him before he could even react to how close he was to death. ~~~ ASPEN VESPER After a lovely bath, Aspen walked into her room. The new bed frame and mattress excited her. So, after dressing, she jumped into bed and enjoyed the bliss of that space, her eyes super-focused on the ceiling. Somehow, she was able to empty her mind so, all she did for a long time till sleep found her was stare endlessly at the whiteness of the ceiling. During her sleep, the dream where she was running in a strange place continued, and the active part of her soul followed the dream earnestly. When the dream

His hair falls slightly over his eyes, messy in a way he would normally never allow. He looks… peaceful. And tired. And heartbreakingly real. I swallow, my throat dry and sore. My body feels heavy, but not the collapsing kind of heavy, just the recovering kind. My chest rises, slow but steady. The system isn’t screaming alarms anymore. No “near termination,” no “critical blood loss.” Just a background static, low and glitchy, like it’s trying to run but keeps tripping. I squeeze Dream’s hand gently, barely a twitch. His fingers tighten instantly, instinctively, like even in his sleep his body refuses to let me go again.

Morning had arrived. I spotted a patch of grass under a tree—soft, hidden, a temporary refuge. I crawled to it and curled up, my limbs folding into themselves like a child in the womb. Sleep took me the moment my head hit the earth. But peace did not follow. My dreams were fractured, flashing images that made no sense—blurry shadows, whispers I couldn’t understand, voices I didn’t recognize. Flashes of Aspen’s blood. Her eyes. Her scream. Kai’s knife. My hands chained again.

Sara’s POV Morning came too soon, dragging me out of a restless sleep filled with weird dreams I didn’t want to think about. The alarm blared beside me, loud and annoying, and I smacked it until it went quiet. I groaned, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before forcing myself to sit up.

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?"

“A sleep will do the job. I hope so…” Nyx concentrated all the energy that is left on her to feel the aches of their run and the exhaustion they acquired before reaching at Alpha Mikhail's place. She needs it to force her body to shutdown. However, when she is almost taken into the comfort of a slumber, she was unexpectedly disturbed by a knock. She listened. There was no succeeding knock. Nyx might have imagined it. She resumed closing her eyes and dreamed of sweet dreams to comfort her soul. “Nyx? Are you still awake?” A familiar masculine voice spoke from the other side of the door.

Braxton and I lay entwined in each other's arms, lost in the embrace of dreams, our sleep a refuge from the cares of the world. The night is still, save for the distant hum of the city far below. A sense of serenity envelops us, cocooning us in a blissful tranquility. I, with my hair cascading over the satin pillow, nestle closer to Braxton, my lips just inches from his ear. His steady breathing is a lullaby, soothing my restless heart. However, all of a sudden, a sinister change creeps into the night. A series of nonstop low, mournful howls echo through the penthouse, a haunting lament that sends shivers racing down my spine. My eyes flutter open, my sleep-fogged mind struggling to comprehe

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

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..