Soundasleep Dream Series Novels & Stories

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..

Charleston expected that from him. "Freshening up?" Mr Donne Spielberg asked with narrowed brows. "I over slept," he said in irritation, taking a bite from a waffle. "I guess the dream took over." Mrs Spielberg groaned. "My son finally had a dream. What's the dream you had all about?” she asked, biting on her cottage bread. Charles groaned irritably as his father and Mr Hensworth fixed their eyes on him attentively. “Do we have to do this now, Mom?” He asked in irritation.

She said "Okay, I will be up in a minute." I turn around rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I sit on the bed, stretching my arms. The minute I heard Marta close the door a yawn escapes my mouth and I slam my head into the pillow. I allow myself to sleep for just two minutes but soon two minutes turned into two hours without me realizing it. I roll over in the bed with a sleepy moan. I was having the weirdest yet most wonderful dream that involved several underdressed men, each one of them resembles Ashton for some reason. I don’t want to go into details.

My hands moved and I touched something soft. Oops!! "Hmm! I like being woken up like this." An unrecognisable sleepy, breathy voice whispered in my ear. What??? Who the hell am I in bed with? This isn't Osagiede. The voice that spoke was a little deep and husky. Who the heck was I in bed with? And where on earth am I? I struggled to get up and was met with a tangle of legs. Suddenly, light filled my vision, momentarily blinding me. I put a hand across my eyes to shield it from the onslaught of the light. It seemed like someone was knocking my head with a hammer --- it was pounding.

I could barely see from the light of the alarm clock, but I could just make out DJ standing by the side of the bed, clutching Woody doll to his chest. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?” Ashley whispered, moving off me carefully. “I had a bad dream,” DJ answered, sniffing loudly. “Shush, Baby, Jace’s sleeping. What was your dream about?” Ashley whispered as she moved to sit on the side of the bed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Bad guys came in and got us,” DJ answered, as he started to cry again. “It’s okay, Baby, no bad guys will come in here, you don’t need to worry about that. Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Ashley whispered, standing up and taking his hand.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

Ashley fell asleep not long after Josh left the room. She didn’t remember when her eyes had shut, only that her body had sunk straight into darkness that offered no rest—only carried her into long, unending dreams that kept shifting, like endless, nonsensical episodes of a soap opera that would never end. Scene after scene overlapped; she was running down a hallway she didn’t recognize, hiding from faceless figures, entering and exiting rooms that changed form every time she turned around. She was afraid, but also confused.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.