Soundasleep Dream Series Novels & Stories

I hugged her crying and she tried to calm me down. -What's wrong? -Mother, I had the strangest dream you can imagine. A winged man was chasing me wanting to take me with him, I wanted to wake up but I couldn't and then another man appeared who said he was my father. -Calm down, it's over. -It's not the first time, it's been three nights in a row that I dream about the same thing. -It was just a dream, don't make a big deal out of it.

“That is the plan. I wanted to let you get some rest before I disturbed it.” She smiled and rolled over on the pillow. “You’re allowed to disturb me anytime you want. How much rest have you gotten?” His touch burned a trail down her back. She tried to snuggle back into it, but he wasn’t really there. She didn’t understand it. Usually, when they were in a dream together she could touch him. The only thing she could think of was he wasn’t truly asleep. “An hour, or as long as it took to fall asleep and be here. The transmitter in the hole didn’t work, babe. I need you to wake up shortly and see about getting into the bathroom—the team will be here soon.”

I opened my eyes after feeling asleep for a long time. But I was shocked to realize that the room I was in was very different from before I fell asleep. I'm even sure that this room isn't the one in the hospital. But a room in a house. Is everything just a dream? This move, a completely different atmosphere. Suddenly the door opened. Bringing up the figure of Min Junho wearing casual clothes like never before seems formal. “Are you awake?”

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Slept well? Ash: Yes Ash: What is that about dreaming of me? Olivia: I'm not replying until you ask back Ash: Sigh Ash: Did you sleep well Olivia: I can hear your deadpan tone from here Ash: Great, because it's accurate Olivia: And yes, I did, actually, woke up feeling like a mosquito smashed by a paper roll after waking up, but I slept well Olivia: Work has been hell, though, and I still have four hours to go after lunch

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

“I don’t need those.” “How are you sleeping?” Ms Grace sat. “Alright,” Aislen replied defensively. Her dreams were haunted by the Triquetra, and she woke everyday aching for an orgasm, her body primed from the erotic content of her unconscious mind – but she didn’t think that was what Ms Grace was looking for. “I sleep fine.” “How are you feeling at the moment?” Ms Grace prompted.

UNSETTLING DREAMS Mark wakes up,the room is dark,he feels unsettled with the atmosphere around, he hears the wailing of a child,he looks around searching for Lillian. "Sweets,Sweets" he calls but there's no response, the only sound he can hear is the sound of a crying baby. He rushes down to the sitting room,the child is naked on the sofa,crying. He looked at the child confused,

About a writer and one of his poems, about dreams within dreams, but she hadn’t really been paying attention and couldn’t for the life of her recall his name. It wasn’t important anyway; the darkness was reaching upwards, into her head: filling up her cheeks, and stuffing her brain full of cotton wool. She could see nothing now, except a murky gloom. But she could still hear the jets of those planes, which had replaced the—dead?—birds and their song. She could hear something just above that, too, the sound of familiar voices calling.