Dungeon Dreams の小説・ストーリー

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

"Tell me everything about your dreams." He raised his brows nonchalantly and clasped his hands. "There's nothing much that really happens. It just the girl has red hair and she appears in different places. That's all." "And what about the part when you feel her presence?" Charles stayed quiet, before answering he cleared his throat. "I don't know. I don't want to believe she's a ghost. I want to know if she really exists. So give me an exact meaning to my dreams."

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“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

I kept waking in a cold sweat from seeing a hooded figure in the cave, tied with bloodied ropes…struggling to breathe…trembling with fear. My fucking mate. She was fighting for her life, and I couldn’t do a thing to help her. In the depravity of my dreams, I wake up somewhat grateful for them, even through the gut- wrenching pain of experiencing them. It meant she was still alive, it had to…the dreams were my self-conscious seeking her out. Hers, trying to call out to me. As dark as it was, I found myself needing the toxic dreams. I head downstairs, it was only 3am but I couldn’t bare to see my mate’s pain again, and that is

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Nancy sat at the large table where she had watched Derek eat a couple of nights ago, she was kneading a dough for pastries. She could hear the conversation between the two other women there, but her thoughts were not with them. Last night she had slept like a log of wood, and in her sleep she was plagued by terrible dreams, dreams about Derek. She didn’t exactly know if they were terrible, knowing that his death would help her out of this marriage trap. But even as she thought of the horrors of that dream then, she could hear her heart pounding loudly against her chest.

With that thought cradling my spirit, I surrendered to sleep, the memory of Vale’s gaze lingering in my mind like the soft glow of the moon on the forest floor, a beacon guiding me through the shadows of my dreams. **** The dream shifted, a soft haze enveloping me as the world of shadows transformed into the dim light of the dungeon. I could feel the cold stone beneath me, the damp air thick with moisture and despair. My heart still raced with the memory of Vale, the captivating gaze that had momentarily lifted the weight of my chains.

"Do you have a question, kitten?" She nodded. "You may ask one question." "What is this place?" Blake crossed to the stove to peer into the tub of water. "This is my play cabin. Some Doms have a dungeon, I have a cabin." He returned and stopped behind her, lifting her hair, twisting it up and securing it with a large tortoiseshell clip.