Sleepless
I lie in bed, pillow under head, waiting for the weaver of dreams to carry me off on winds of steam. to dream the draconian dream, where my body is cut and clean. lovers and loves, offer more protection than gloves.
A Blinding Death -- DREAM JOURNAL
dream end.
Seasons Of Change
Nightmare hates dream, fey is dream, so... runners are food to nightmare." it hugs itself and shivers in recollection. "i'm sorry. is there anything i can do further to help you?" it blinks.
The Dragon Kingdom - Chapter 3: The Dream
- saint thrashes and turns in his bed, his dreams plagued by images of death and destruction.
Daydreams
 _ollie, sitting in a tall tower, his whistful gaze drifting out the window to dream of a day when he could run free.â he craved danger and excitement but his parents, the queen and king, held him hostage, kept him locked away and promised to
Demon tale chapter 1-3
He thinks ‘why i get this dream every last nights?' he takes a long breath and sits down on the dinner table. he looks down and some sweat drops falls down on the table. w.a. keeps his silence, alone in the dark. ‘what is going on here?'
Aftermath
Nightmare ends when the trembles end when the eyes settle all i see is grey as the night hangs over me as the stars melt away into the water below the bridge my wishes drip, until not one stays the illusion holds me closer than any of my dreams
We need a hero...
Aga and Marcin walk to beautyful heath. Far away they see a great castle, Whit dragon sitting on top of the highest tower. Closer, over the river, a herd of unicorns rest in shadow of great oak. Of the second side of the river a few ferries lern how to...
Sanrose Dream
| # authors notes: sooo... believe it or not, this is actually a dream i had one night. no joke. lol. i actually dreamed this up one night about... sheesh... five years ago now? maybe?
The start of kairu's story *Part 3 *
"remember that dream of her "
No, It Is . . .
**this is the end** -- of my dream. :p
Hanging Over his Head
dreams of two lovers hanging over his head hanging over his head are half-conjured images of desires, of a rose in a shire, whose outlook is dire, of doves flying home, that never grow