Dream Training Romane & Geschichten

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

"The kind who knows how to access their dreams, and could travel to the Moonland. Yet we are all stuck at the White Mountain for a reason. He then confided in her everything. Most people who own a substantial business could live very for the rest of their lives. Why do they conserve their fortunes and try to expand them? Was it greed or power? No. For Harry, that was not what it was. Harry strives for knowledge, and he always had. When he began his search for answers, he financed DRI for that sole reason, to seek for answers. "...It's the only transpersonal training center in the United Kingdom and one of the few self-sufficient charitable trusts in the world supporting research into dreams

“But your next trial will not test your hands or your charm.” He leans forward. “It will test your mind.” There’s a hush in the room. The air feels heavier. “The Dream Trial,” he says. “A shared illusion, created by a relic older than any of you. Once inside, your body sleeps. But your mind will face what it fears most.” He stands. “You will enter the dream together. But you may not stay together. Time moves differently there. Emotions twist the world. What is safe one moment may not be the next.”

For the first time, the system modeled trust as a variable, uncertain yet essential. Sophia dreamed lightly, waking often. Each time, she sensed connection without immersion, like a shoreline rather than an ocean. In one fragment, she was repairing a roof with strangers, hands passing tools without instruction. In another, she was listening to a story that never concluded. Upon waking, she did not seek interpretation. The dreams felt complete without explanation, offering reassurance through familiarity alone.

Lauren said she loved them as friends and felt very comfortable to be close to them, but she thought sex was inappropriate. Daniel had a couple of dreams in which he watched either of his best friends, or all of them together at once, having sex with Lauren. Each time he woke up with a very hard erection and decided it could be very sexy to watch either cock going back and forth in his wife's pussy. Would he really like it to happen? Maybe!

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

They were just a few things I need to learn before I'm done. The training field, my room and being with Mia were my only safe space here. Since I didn't have training today I decided to spend my day with Mia. I didn’t want to stay in my room, staying there floods my head with thoughts of Dravon. It was worse at night, I usually have very vivid dreams of him. It felt like he was right there, I could feel his warmth and even smell his scent. But I know they were not real. They were just imaginations in my head.

Deep. Dreamless.and safe.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

Tinum said. “’Dream Lake’?” Hail, Iero, Hierro, Reyan and Kulv asked. “As its name implies, Dream Lake gives someone who falls into it and enters it a dream.” Tinum answered. “This dream, though, is different from what you dream at night for this dream the Dream Lake gives you is a dream which will make you unable to extricate yourself from it.” He explained. “Thus, you will be unable to leave it.” He told them as he looked at them.