Trunk-kun gives the protagonist a steely embrace and the protagonist goes six-feet under. He is set to be reborn in another world yet a simple misclick dashes his dreams of grandeur.

Note that I know the quality is quite terrible so feel free to rip into my work.

I have moved onto other websites to get a fresh start upon this novel.

How can you save others without saving yourself? How can you prevent a terrible fate set for the seven members, full of dreams now shattered because of terrible events that only happened in a different universe?

I woke up in a different reality, looked around my surroundings and noticed that I'm in a familiar place. I'm not the same teenage Filipina. In fact, the person staring at me right now is someone different. That's when I realized, my mind brought me into a reality I never knew existed.

A mission where I couldn't leave behind. This is where the true meaning of BTS's music videos came from. A reality that comes in their dreams. A story that inspired the well-known BTS's universe, where even Army lingers for the truth.

A girl trainee guided by an idol for my debut. Through training I slowly solve the mystery behind Jimin's and Jungkook's fears in my dreams. An ability I possess in hopes that I would save them. A mission I cannot leave behind.

Content warning: Some chapters will cover on some sensitive subjects including abuse, suicide, and homicide.

How can you save others without saving yourself? How can you prevent a terrible fate set for the seven members, full of dreams now shattered because of terrible events that only happened in a different universe?

I woke up in a different reality, looked around my surroundings, and noticed that I'm in a familiar place. I'm not the same teenage Filipina. In fact, the person staring at me right now is someone different. That's when I realized, my mind brought me into a reality I never knew existed.

A mission where I couldn't leave behind. This is where the true meaning of 7AD music videos came from. A reality that comes in their dreams. A story that inspired the well-known 7AD's universe, where even Reality lingers for the truth.

A girl trainee guided by an idol for my debut. Through training, I slowly solve the mystery behind Gil's, Min Shi's, and Dong-Yul's fears in my dreams. An ability I possess in hopes that I would save them. A mission I cannot leave behind.

5 dead kids.

One massively huge city.

And terrible nightmares around every corner.

Welcome to Nekon City, a paradise for those who died young. But not everything is as it seems. Terrible Nightmare creatures infecting the minds of young children, with fears of the Dreamscape falling apart at the seams, ending dreams forever.

That is why the Dream Goddess created a team known as the Dream Squad, with hopes of ending the Nightmare contingent and saving the Dreamscape.

Follow these young teens as they face adversity, challenges, emotions and most of all...

Nightcreeps. Why'd it have to be Nightcreeps?

She can master dreams, a high-level lucid dream where every time she dreams she can control the dream world at will with what she wants.
She can also wake up if you want the story in the dream to be resolved immediately.
But unlucky, while in the state she dreams of becoming a powerful woman with power like she wanted in the kingdom, Naira can't get back up to the real world.
When she woke up, her soul was still in the body of the cursed woman who was in her dreams!
She is trapped in a dream world that she created and gets in danger of hiding a moon mask. She doesn't even know why the moon mask is in her spirit pocket, he doesn't know because the plot in her dream is starting to change away from what she wants.
As it turned out, she lived in two bodies with one soul. The people locked him up because the minister and everyone thought she was a curse, she was banished.
Unfortunately, they all want to present themselves to the dragon king who every hundred years asks a young woman to his kingdom. It is unknown why the dragon king asked for a young woman every hundred years, it's just why he had to be one of them.
There was a rumor that every unsuitable young woman would die horribly because her life force was drained by the dragon king who had the blood of the god of death.
"Damn, actually why can I wake up in this body again !!"
She cursed, hit her bed, and started to get restless. Naira moves into the body of a cursed girl who can stop time if she starts to fall asleep, it should be when she wakes up that Naira is already in the modern world, in her original body.
Not staying in her dream world, she had just caused a riot in this kingdom by revealing himself because she wanted to end her dream that felt real.
Turning to see the corners of his spacious room, she remembered that she was the son of the previous concubine who was stranded in the old castle. Everything looks old but still elegant and expensive, the items in her room are gifts from the king to her concubines.
These belonged to her mother and she was locked up in this castle by order of the newly adopted king. Or you could say father's brother, he pulled her hair in annoyance and tried to stay calm.
"Try to calm down, thinking that this is just a mistake." She said trying to sleep again.
Placing her hands on her chest she began to recite a prayer and closed her eyes until she was completely asleep again.
Don't know how long she slept, only annoyed by someone who forced him to wake up.
"Miss, please wake up. The world is so chaotic when time is not running, please miss not sleeping anymore."
The person's voice was very disturbing and she started whining lazily. The noise and the thump of doors and falling objects could be heard, but she could not get up and could only hear with a frown on his forehead.
"Mother, I still want to sleep. Please don't wake me, it's Sunday so let me sleep a little longer."
That's right, he just woke up in the world of dreams she created and then went back to sleep to be able to wake up in the modern world. The people in her dream world have started to be difficult for him to control like the plot he wanted because many of them began to put drugs and poison into her food and drink.
To keep her from falling asleep and staying awake.
It made him completely insomniac, she became wary of eating and drinking in the world he woke up in her dreams.
This once happened where she couldn't sleep in her dream world and his body in the modern world went into a coma, fortunately, she managed to fall back asleep and wake up in a state of sleep on a hospital bed with his mother crying and thankful that she woke up.
Her mother said she was in a coma for two months. It's terrible, how can it be like that.
But she could not endure the sleepiness of the modern world and woke up still in the same dream, she could not find any other dreams or change the dreams she wanted. Terrible, because she began to be hunted by witches who want to stop the curse by searching for that cursed soul.
It is said that there is one soul that every hundred years will appear in one of the bodies of the young ladies in the kingdom and that is Naira, but this is the world of dreams. How can she be called a cursed soul if this plot isn't real, right?
It's just a dream but feels very real.
"Quickly give a whip to wake up the princess, the sky has collapsed because the time has stopped too long." Said that person who Naira listened to indifferently.
She was in the dark looking for her way home, there was a light and she heard a cry.
"Mother.."
Her voice called out and when she heard the screams, Naira realized that it was her mother.
"Naira?" The cry broke out, even more, when the sound of a fast heartbeat made a scene in the inpatient room. "
CALL THE DOCTOR, HURRY UP !! "
"MOM !! MOM HELP ME ..." She screamed in the dark and her body in the modern world was shaking violently on the bed.
He could not control his own soul and moved like he was possessed.
"Gosh !! DOCTORS HELP!"
There was a tendril tugging at his feet to stop running, but he didn't want to. Naira wanted to meet her mother, she was very scared because she woke up in that dream again. He wouldn't want to be there after he messed up, he needed to get back up to run away from his dreams.
"MOM ..." Her tears broke and the hand held the hand of the old woman who was crying hysterically.
"Doctor, my son's hand, doc. He's holding me down, he's conscious. DOCTOR, PLEASE HELP FAST, MY CHILDREN ARE AWARE."
Waking up, Naira managed to escape from her terrible dream world. He was almost handed over and managed to get up, he can calm down. Her eyes found her mother crying, hugging her body.
"M-mother .." His voice was hoarse and his throat hurt.
"Yes, this is my dear mother."
"Sob ... mother ... mother ... mother ... scared ..." Her tears broke out and she tried to hug her frail body weakly.
"Mother .... my dreams are terrible ma'am ... I can't wake up, II ..." She choked on her own saliva because of the intense crying.
Her mother also cried and patted her son's back lightly, Naira still cried and this was the second time the child was in a coma when the morning he woke him up to work.
"We are going to leave this city, Mother is here to protect you ..." Said the mother who only remembers Naira halfway through, because it wasn't long after her mother said something.
Her mother started humming softly and she began to relax. "In the sky, there is the moon, where the stars are. Back to the sun, then you will be safe. The spirit gate is locked, the dragon chants the sealing spell, everything returns to its supposed position, until the empress. back to his body. "
His eyes became heavy again and he fell into a deep sleep without any other dreams.
In another place they were shocked beyond play after seeing the sky about to collapse, the dragon king came in the form of a large and handsome dragon. Chanting which power-up spell after that, everyone stopped.
Stunned with consciousness, the sky has returned to its original state. Time has passed properly and the dragon king is no longer in the clear sky.
In the celestial kingdom the dragon came after transforming into a human, walked in and was greeted by several servants who bowed fearfully.
They realized that there was someone who made the damned soul run away, there was someone who was playing with the cursed soul and shook the world of the spirit kingdom. It seemed like someone wanted to kill the soul of that damned one, lead him astray so as not to return to any body.
Entering the bed where there were many candles in each hallway leading to the large door, until there he found his body sleeping in a deep sleep. He is neither dead nor alive.
And her soul is that damned one.
"I'm home, you seem to have arrived here but I'm late again to pick you up."

She thought this was just a dream world, which she had been experiencing during her sleep. But it felt so real as if she had transmigrated to another world where the strongest qualifications were leaders and the weak became worthless losers.

Naira, that girl. Then realized, that she really was in another world when she closed her eyes to sleep in her real world. This was no longer the dream she thought was a lucid dream, everything was real, and then she couldn't wake up to her real world.

Trapped there, then sent to the palace to become a concubine but when she met those eyes. Naira realizes she might never return to her real world.

"Nolan!" a desperate shout filled space as the man faced Heavenly Tribulation and fought with the lightning that descended upon him, trying to hack him into bits and pieces.
"Fuck you, heaven!" shouted Nolan as he swung his sword towards the descending lightning and booming almost deafened Eva and Leafwhisk's ears. Both of them could only watch him face the tribulation all alone.
"Why is this Heavenly Tribulation so intense?" questioned Leafwhisk, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Nolan's wounded body, struggling with everything he had.
Eva stood beside her with a similarly ashen and heartbroken face. "Why does he need to go through so much while others can become Immortal so easily!?" she complained when couldn't hold her feelings and indignation and anger for the heaven that was unfair as fuck.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly yellow lightning rumbled and transformed into a black one. "Lightning of Destruction!" screamed two ladies simultaneously. Their faces filled with disbelief and terror.  
"Why, why!?" shouted Eva, looking at the black lightning. "Why does heaven want him dead so much!?" her body trembled, and her knees buckled down on the ground without strength—Leafwhisk looked similarly into a terrible condition. Her face drained of any colour, turning pale as a sheet of paper. All hope faded from their eyes.
"Hahaha!" a furious lighter rumbled into the sky, filled with anger and disdain. "Come, you fucking shit! You want to kill me? Keep dreaming!"
Both the ladies turned towards Nolan and saw him shattered the black lightning into pieces, sword still grasped in his hand as he stood in the air like a king or the lord of the space, looking down on masses.
Before they could celebrate, the clouds once more thundered, as if angered and provoked by his shout. The sky trembled in a more terrible way than before and this time, black lightning multiplied at least ten times.
The two ladies saw such a scene and lost all the strength, and even a squeak could not escape their mouth. Both of them hugged each other tightly and cried a silent cry, tears rolling down their smooth cheeks uncontrollably.  
"Rumble!" the sky rumbled, louder than ever and larger than before.
"Come!" Nolan also shouted and flew towards the lightning as lightning flew towards him. The lightning and Nolan collided with each other and blackness filled the sky, covering thousands of leagues into darkness. The thunderous and terrible and deafening rumble echoed thousands of leagues, reaching far and wide, scaring beasts and humans and many more creatures at the same time.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" in the central plain beside the Green Forest and inside the tent, Ayaan opened his eyes, body drenched in sweat and struggled to breathe. Face red and eyes cold. He grabbed his shirt from the side and wore it before looking at the silently sleeping Akash on the other side and left the tent.
It was around four o'clock in the morning, and it was cold and dark, and he drenched in sweat and stood, looking into the horizon. Face filled with complicated feelings. These dreams—he was having these dreams since he had assimilated with the World of Life and Death, but told no one. He could not understand its meaning. Why was he having dreams about someone else's life? What was the purpose? He did not know.
His mind was in complete chaos and wanted to know the conclusion of the Heavenly Tribulation that Nolan went through, but he felt afraid. Why did he feel uneasy and afraid? He did not know. What happened afterwards? He did not know, and that filled his heart with unease.
The cold gust of wind struck his back, making him shiver in the cold. The sweat drenched body felt even colder as the breeze came and went, now and then.
"Can't sleep?" he heard footsteps behind him and turned to find Leafwhisk walking with a slow pace towards him. "Nightmares?" she asked.
Ayaan turned around and looked ahead into the deep-dark horizon. "What do you do when your heart is unsettled?"
She said nothing at first and walked until she stood side by side with him. "Remember."
"What?"
"When my heart feels empty and unease crept its way into it, I remember... all the wonderful memories I have spent with someone special." She said and her gaze became a little unfocused, as if remembering those precious memories.
"Oh," Ayaan nodded and again turned his attention towards the darkness and silence filled the darkness.  
"Also, can't sleep?" Ayaan turned towards her and asked. "Something bothering you?"
"Something's bothering everyone," she said. "No one is worry free."
"True," Ayaan said and fell silent, and this time it lasted over ten minutes when once more Ayaan broke it. "What kind of place is the higher world?"
"Terrible place," she replied, looking at the vast sky overhead. "Terrible people live there, terrible things happen, and the strongest warriors die horrible deaths. Nothing is constant and everything's changing every second. Son kills father for throne; brother kills brother for riches; friend betrays friend for money. Lover cheats lover for extra satisfaction. But could satisfaction be found by bedding someone other than your wife or your husband or your lover?" She said and looked into his eyes. "I was lucky enough to meet someone who cared about feelings in that terrible world, but good things never last long."
Ayaan tried to find words for comforting her, but failed in the end, and so remained silent. She continued, "it's called Immortal World by majority there. But can someone really become Immortal? Laughable! Even gods can die in the Divine World."
"Divine World?" Ayaan's eyes flickered. "What kind of place is that?"  
"No one knows," she replied, an unconcerned look plastered on her beautiful face. "Who cares anyway?" she turned towards him. "Do you?"
"I don't even know about Immortal World," Ayaan smiled wryly. "Why would I care about the Divine World?"
"True," she said and turned her gaze into the distance and the darkness slowly faded. The new day was about to begin. They were closer than ever to their destination.


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Warning: Novel is a harem, contains R-18 scenes, gore, and violence; no rape or NTR

Ayaan entered a portal that lead him to the world of magic. There, he received the legacy of the greatest demon to have lived under heaven, a magic library system he can use to level-up his magic powers.

But great power requires one to pay a great price, too. Resulting in him losing his humanity!

"Wh-what did I become!? A-A do...


This is the story of the ordinary boy who will walk an extraordinary path. This is the story of love, betrayal, revenge, and tragedy.


Follow Ayaan on his journey and find out dark-secrets of this unknown world.
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The cover isn't mine. All credit goes to the artist.

Yuri An felt depressed. She needed to take a break. She thought to herself,
"Once in my life, everything was fine, but a man ...
... one man. He's that bad, that terrible guy.
Because of you, I couldn't graduate from that prestigious university."
Yuri An came back to her senses. Her mind suddenly clicked something. She dreamt of man. That man, that horrible horrible man!
"Oh my God, I dreamt of you! You always seduce me in my dreams. You always haunt my dreams"
She couldn't help but get depressed.
"My only salvation in life was to built a career, I couldn't even try. "
She looked down on herself as she said, "Now, I am a high school graduate who is a florist."
She remembered the man who stole her dream from her, who is now seducing her in dreams.

Lu Bingwen is a serious businessman who has got no time for love after being left heartbroken by his former lover. His hard work and dedication to prosperity made him successful, despite the Lu Family being one of the most powerful families in the society. One day, love came knocking on his door. In an important press conference, a girl confidentially walked up to the stage and canoodle with him in front of national media. 

Lu Bingwen saw this as perfect opportunity to get even with his ex who is marrying soon. He created a beneficial situation for both of them by proposing a 2 month engagement contract in return of her scholarship. Yuri An rejected this man's offer, but she soon finds herself in changing circumstances, in which she agreed to sign the contract. While pretending to be engaged, Lu Bingwen and Yuri An begin an ardent, and a difficult relationship that will make one forget all that they know is right. Because love is hard. 

Will they fall in love? Will love bloom between them or will something else happen?

"Zzzzzzz"

The wind whips across the body he raced through barren trees, when suddenly crashes with monster creature.

"RRRRRROOOAAAAGHHHHH! The roaring sound of the monster.

The force of the monsters roared shook the ground beneath his feet! He trip at the edge of a pool of black water, catching a glimpse of your scratched and muddy face in the process.... He dug his fingers into the black soil, pushing himself towards the mirror he have been desperately seeking... Suddenly the beast crashes through the trees just behind him! He rolled onto his back as the creature thunders toward his prone body!

Out of options, he threw his hands up, and a searing energy pulse through his fingertips.

Slamming to the ground "RAAAAAGHHHHHH!!

Hurriedly woke up from bed pushing his chest continuous pumping the heart heartedly....such a terrible nightmare bolt the heart in suspense, slamming the doors to outside, joining the hallway to Rachna 

"Rachna can you help me to my dreams?

"Ah, what kind of nightmare"? 

"Last night I had a dream which was so terrible"

"Kk I know a man who can best explain your night terrors to you alright"

"Can you take me there in this paradise."

Rachna grabbed the sight of Seth to a place in heaven which was named by the Iredale Stronghold. The stronghold 9f all seers for telling what will happen in your futures a castle...Moving on the way ongoing with a morbid roads!

A crowds of angels and semi humans in the lyrical dusty grounds group in queue in row waiting for the seer. The long queue was subdue of murmured and banging each other's over the numbers claimed. Struts together with Rachna to joined the queue.

The queue was long enough for Seth and Rachna to remained last in the queue, * cough* enough attracted all attention on them having sympathy for both let them in the first in the queue swiftly to the inner ward; already perched in their ways full of many people eye-popping at each other's the crowds thrilled to them.

The musketeers moving to the towers.

Women in red and blue sari creamed faces with turmeric sprinkled with water, standing in left inner part of the bailey" like a streak on lightning into the main castle they seemed to be old India ladies.

Standing picturing the background a man with a goatee and fat belly with round balded cut, eye been total white without any different colour on eyes all white striking a lightning.

He opened his mouth to talked "???????" His voice sounds croaky from his sore throat which sounds low. 

Seth imagined the man stature would sound loudly and deep.

"Who will be my first guest" he asked low in the crowds no one heard what he said those inside the castle roamed without hearing anything the man said. It was chilly from the marketers around the castle busy marketing themselves, 

Seth raised his hands through the crowds hurriedly bolts to the man view. Stupendous to get someone in the markets day....

"H-H-H how can I help you"

"I had a nightmare in the last night's which was terrible"

"Alright just followed me to the seers faculties"

The man tear apart Seth and Rachna hook after him..... Until there reached a different place seers in parallel lines clutched their legs across reincarnating adjusted eyes to the man. To Where all dreams are shattered!

The man sat on his knees, craning the hands,
Meditating for a minute he blew his eye open strangely shocking Seth and Rachna. 

The Irish turned red, suspending in the air, a blue magic powers casted over him meditating in the air repeating unknown words 
The voice change to demonic.. attracting the surrounding, a strong wind blew. Trying to blew Seth and Rachna away. He spoke

"Your dreams will over powered you enemies etc..."

He fell to the ground asleep snoring "tsk tsk"

Seth and Rachna tried to woke him up but he was already sleepy. 

Moving to the dormitory seen a magician

Ginger, short hair neatly coiffured to reveal a furrowed, sad face. Squinting hazel eyes, set charmingly within their sockets, watch guardedly over the folk they've have been seperated from for so long.
Smooth skin graciously compliments her cheekbones and and leaves a satisfying memory of her fortunate looks.

The is the face of Nisha Hisano, a true adventurer among dwarves. She stands seductively among others, despite her skinny frame.

There's something bizarre about her, perhaps it's her patience or perhaps it's simply her good will. But nonetheless, people tend to keep their distance, while hoping to one day follow in her footsteps.


Wearing Pilleus cornutus hat and besom broomstick behinds her elbows clinged to the walls

 casting spells on book "hocus-pocus" changing the book to pen.

Rachna prompt with Seth to the female magician for self identification: "hello Nishi Hisano" 

"Oh hi, who's with you in this funniest heaven"

"He is Seth, the parent to Stephen"

"Oh from earth right? Nisha asked from Seth 

"Yeah, from earth and I need someone to help me complete the time god tutorial"

"So you are time traveler oh I see"

"Yeah I came here by steaming into the mirrors"

"Okay I see, by the way I am Nisha Hisano a magician from earth" she started to introduced herself and continued to鈥撯€�

"So time amateur"?

"No time traveler professional so to acquire the basic skills for world class"

"Alright anyway... Let me guide your through I am the number one trainer, here but you will need the orb of dunamis."

" We already have it" Rachna replied 

"Ok follow me"

She stood front and both of them followed back aiming forward.

"What omen did the seer said I couldn't understood" Seth asked Rachna at the back.

"Yeah, you are right, he was odd and his dark magic tormented."

Both continued to argued over the seer and his casting spells as an argumentative issue talking negative & positive about the seer and the dreams of Seth Parker papkins.

NOTE: this story is not rated under any political event.

second mistakes are found, if you founds out just contact me.

 lastly the Turkish mentioned in this story is fiction the mind of the writer.

The story of a Time traveling hero who is capable of traveling to the eldern and the presence after he encountered a mysterious time Storm and felt in deep coma he woke up with a bizzare abilities and must stand a chance to stop his rival The Darkstorm from invading his universe.

A demi-god created by God, the angels and the Phoenix force after God overthrow evil DCI Raymond for his greediness.

The war strikes at heaven over a tessorant demanding for it by the DCI Raymond.

Note: Everything written by Turkey and Poland is this novel is just the writter's idea and imaginations. Please note it also full of mistakes in the chapter 2.

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Aaaahhhh!
Intense, unimaginably intense, pain engulfed Baatyr's entire body. It seemed as if a thousand needles were piercing him at the same time. In all of his life, he had never experienced such unbearable pain.
Some strange visions began to surface in his head. It looked like a flashback, but it couldn't be. They were too strange.
In these visions, he was attacked by a special forces unit and killed.
"But, I am alive. I can breathe, I can feel pain, I can think. Cogito, ergo sum. I think; therefore, I am!"
At this time, the hellish pain gradually began to pass and Baatyr finally drew attention to his surroundings.
He found himself lying down on his back; beneath him was a dirty land and a clear blue sky above. 
Baatyr tried to get up and realized that he could not. He was paralyzed. He couldn't even lift a finger. The only part of his body, which he could control was his head.
He used his head, literally, and looked around.
- What is this place?
Baatyr could not believe his eyes.
He was in the forest. Just recently, he was in his apartment in the very center of the city, and now, he is in some strange forest?
Everywhere he looked, there were trees; bare and dying trees. There were many of them, but the distances between them were not so close leaving big amount of empty spaces between. Strangely, all of these trees had neither leaves, nor branches. They were straight like some pillars. Else, there was nothing else.
What's happening? How could he end up in this strange forest?
Baatyr lived in the city of Bishkek, the capital of the Kyrgyz Republic. And he did not remember, that there was such a place on the territory of the city. And even if there was, this would not explain his sudden appearance in this forest.
What happened to him? Baatyr tried to remember how he got here. 
But the only thing that he recalled was that strange vision.
He was sitting in front of his laptop in his house. He had just uploaded a new video game and was about to play it. And then, and then the special forces came and killed him.
Wait! The special forces couldn't be real, otherwise, he would already be dead. Did this mean, that he fell asleep in front of his laptop and all this was just a dream? He could think of no other answer.
Either these memories were a dream, or he was now in a dream, or both were a dream. The third option was much more likely.
Then he remembered something.
He heard rumors of people, who could have very detailed and vivid dreams, almost indistinguishable from reality. Such dreams were called lucid dreams.
He also heard, that to have lucid dreams, one had to train hard to achieve some results. There were also those, who could have lucid dreams without any training, but they were few, too few. Baatyr heard that only 1% of the world's population had an innate ability to do this.
Was he a part of this 1% of the chosen ones? Was he a genius?
Of course, this could've been a big, high-budget prank. But that didn't make sense. There was no one from his friends, who could spend so much money, resources, and time to arrange such a strange prank.
What about transmigration and reincarnation? What if he died and ended up in another world. What if he was reborn?
No! He threw this idea out almost immediately.
As if there were no other, more logical answers. There had to be a logical explanation, than this nonsense.
It could not be transmigration or reincarnation.
First, Baatyr did not believe, that he was dead. He had such dreams before in which he died. But then he always woke up, realizing that it was only a dream. This time, it could have been the same. Only in this case, it was not clear, why he ended up in the forest.
Secondly, it could very well have been another dream, the so-called dream within a dream. At least, it was a more logical answer than death and rebirth.
And, thirdly, Baatyr clearly remembered - no truck had hit him.
Baatyr, of course, did not brag, but he was very proud of his analytical reasoning. He never rushed to conclude without collecting all the available information and analyzing them thoroughly. 
By this time, the pain in the whole body had completely disappeared, even more, he felt very good.
For the first time in a long time, it seemed as if all his thoughts had cleared up. It was as if his mind had regained a long-lost clarity, and the ability to think clearly and quickly.
But there was also something strange about it. Baatyr did not panic, was not afraid, and did not even worry too much. 
Doesn't the average person feel these emotions, when faced with a similar situation? 
Moreover, Baatyr himself was not very brave and courageous. Why then, he was so calm? Maybe he was really in a dream?
Soon, Baatyr noticed, that he was regaining control over his body. And after some more time, he was able to finally get up.
This time, he took a closer look at his surroundings.
Karrr! Karr!
Baatyr turned to the sound and noticed something similar to a lying man in the distance. A jet-black crow sat on him and was trying to peck at his body.
Was there someone else here?
Baatyr quickly walked towards the stranger.
Even before reaching his destination, Baatyr noticed something strange.
It was a man. He was wearing a regular gray T-shirt and khaki pants. He was lying on his left side, with his back to Baatyr. He did not move and did not try to drive the crow away from him. That was strange.
Baatyr slowed down his steps.
- Hey, you! Who are you? Can you hear me? Hey!
The man did not respond, did not even move, only the crow, frightened by Baatyr's cries, took off and disappeared behind the trees. This was a bad sign.
Baatyr approached the stranger and slowly turned him in his direction.
- Heck!
Baatyr could not hold back his reaction and he could not hold back the contents of his stomach. He puked directly on the corpse of a person, or rather on his intestines, which were lying nearby.
Noticing this, Baatyr quickly jumped away from the body and fell on his backside.
This was the first corpse that Baatyr saw and he was not lucky to see such a disfigured and terrible one.
The body belonged to a young man of 25-30 years old. Light skin, red hair, blue eyes, or rather an eye, the corpse did not have half his face and one hand. Also, his stomach was cut open and all the contents were outside, and it was not his puke. 
Of course, there was also a puke there, but this was the doing of Baatyr, who unwittingly supplemented this already terrible picture.
The man had an expression of fear, horror, and terrible pain on what was left of his face.
- What is happening? Who is this guy? How did he die?
At first, it seemed, that the person had become a victim of a predatory beast, but after looking a little closer, Baatyr realized, that he was wrong. There were no bite marks on the body. It looked more like parts of his body had been eaten away by something like acid or something else. He saw something similar in one of the science fiction films.
Auuuuu!
Suddenly Baatyr heard a prolonged howl behind him.
He turned sharply and saw the silhouette of some beast in the distance. Judging by the shape, it was a dog, a very large dog.
But for some reason he knew, that it was not so, it was not a dog.
Whether it was intuition or a survival instinct, Baatyr did not know, but at the sight of this distant silhouette, for some reason, his heart sank and his whole being was seized by one thought - run!

Late at night, Susan found herself dreaming. In the dream, she was wearing the same French maid outfit that she'd worn after losing the bet with Suzanne. She was cleaning the dining room table when Alan came in, dressed in his usual T-shirt and shorts, and sat down next to her.
"Nice outfit," he said as he reached out with one hand and caressed her nearest butt cheek. Since in her dream Susan was wearing neither panties nor a bra, his fingers found nothing but firm yet somehow soft flesh there to explore. Within seconds, he had his fingers on her butt crack, sliding their way towards her anus.
She whirled around and started to berate him angrily, "Alan Evan Plummer! Just what do you think..." But her voice died as she looked down and realized that he'd unzipped his fly and his erection was completely exposed.
He said in a cocky tone, "Hey Mom, since you like to clean so much, try cleaning this!" He raised his hard-on, pointing it at her.
She gasped. "I never!" But she somehow found herself dropping to her knees in front of him.
He let go of his boner and grasped her twin globes. Seconds later, he yanked her top down, leaving her huge breasts totally exposed. His hands moved in and started kneading her ample tit-flesh. "Wow, Mom, you really are stacked, you know that? I don't mean you just have big boobs; I mean you are seriously STACKED! A porn star would kill for a pair like these! You're so fucking HOT, I can't believe you're my mom!"
He was so cocky, he went to a nearby sofa and lay down on it, with his erection lewdly pointing up in the air, fully expecting his mother to follow.
 She chided him, "Now, Tiger, watch your language!" But even as she said this, she crawled up on top of him until his hands were groping her exposed tits again. She didn't even bother to cover her chest, or protect her ass from his groping back there.
Even so, she sounded upset as she complained with a stern look, "Son, how dare you treat me this way! Don't you know I'm your mother?"
He grinned. "Of course I know that! Everyone in school says I'm the luckiest guy alive to have such a stacked, sexy mom!"
Her harsh tone softened a little. "Well, don't treat me like I'm just a pair of boobs."
"Of course not, Mom. You're a stone cold fox, from head to toe!" He brought a hand down to fondle her still exposed ass to show he appreciated that part of her as well.
She griped, "Son, you need to learn some manners. I suppose you're going to want me to stroke your, um, private parts next."
His grin grew wider. "I certainly hope so. That would be nice."
"Ha! Like that's ever going to happen!" But whatever authority she had over him crumbled as he took one of her hands and guided it to his long shaft. As soon as her fingers were wrapped around it, he did the same to her other hand. Then, with all of her fingers curled around his thick pole, he went back to playing with her massive melons where they dangled above him.
There was total silence while Susan stared intently at his stiffness. She was as surprised as she'd ever been when she saw her fingers start to slide up and down his needy boner. She couldn't think up any morally acceptable justification or excuse for what she was doing, so she just kept her mouth shut and her fingers sliding. In her dream, his dick was considerably bigger than in real life. It was ten inches long, if not more, and much thicker as well. She couldn't even get her long fingers all the way around it as she stroked and stroked and stroked.
She was growing so excited that she was panting hard, which made her heaving tits a bit of a moving target. However, Alan kept on caressing and exploring them, even pulling and twisting her nipples.
Out of the blue, he resumed talking. "You know, Mom, wearing that outfit - that says you're not the leader around here, doesn't it? You're the maid, the servant! So the question is, who IS in charge now?"
She panted in a nearly inaudible whisper, "You are, Son. You are!"
"I'm in charge of what? The house? You? Everything?"
She whispered, "Everything!"
He said confidently, "So that includes you. That includes these." He gave each of her tits a firm squeeze, sinking his fingers deeply into the soft tit-flesh. "And this." He let go, only to bring his hands to her ass and squeeze her ass cheeks just as possessively. "And even this." He let go again, and brought one hand back to her tits while his other hand went to her pussy.
She gasped as his fingers went right into her slit and started exploring. But far from pushing him away, her fingers slid up and down his stiffness with greater speed.
He said, "Mom, if you wanna be a good mom, you've gotta help me. Help me cum! You know I need to cum six times each day. Be a good mom and make me cum! Over and over! Starting right now!"
She panted, "I will! I will!" Her fingers slid up and down his shaft, moving ever faster now that he was steadily leaking pre-cum. After a while she could feel his fingers on her clit as well as in her hot gash. That meant her big tits were unfettered, and they bounced about with wild abandon.
She felt herself right on the brink of a great... something. She'd never really experienced an orgasm before, but she suspected she was about to learn what one was like.
Then, totally unexpectedly, Alan's penis started to shoot. Up until that moment, the dream had been within the bounds of realism, except for the exaggerated size of Alan's erection. But Alan kept on firing cum, more and more, until it was like the steady flow of a small-nozzle high-pressure hose. Generally, his cock was pointed at her, mostly at her tits and abdomen. But cum was flying everywhere, in simply impossible quantities. And as the cum hit her chest, her already large boobs grew even larger, as if his cum was some sort of miracle growth potion.
 Unlike a real male orgasm, Alan's climax didn't end after a few seconds, or even after an entire minute. And while Susan didn't have an orgasm per se, her arousal and euphoria kept rising and rising until she felt better than she'd ever felt before, both in real life and in her dreams. Her face, her hair, her legs, her entire body, all were covered in cum, which he kept blasting at her in a constant, never-ending stream.
She felt extremely humiliated by all the cum. It was as if she were nothing but a cum receptacle for her son. But at the same time, she couldn't get enough! When his climax finally ended, she eagerly gobbled down all the cum her fingers could reach, sucking it into her mouth.
Then she woke up.
Susan was very distraught about the dream, and those feelings of upset wouldn't go away. Her kids spotted at breakfast that something was amiss, but she wouldn't tell them what was upsetting her.
After the kids left for school, she quickly did what had become a daily check of their bedrooms for laundry. Ever since Alan's six-times-a-day diagnosis, his sheets needed to be replaced almost daily. And that was in addition to the towels he used to masturbate into from the previous afternoon until that morning.
He'd been using towels like that for a long time, and Susan had more or less gotten used to it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she'd been aware of what those wet stains must be and what they meant, but she hadn't allowed herself to think about it. She would just grab the towels without touching anywhere near the wet spots and then put them in the washing machine.
It was a daily ritual that, like most such habits, could eventually be done with minimal thought. But things had changed. With each passing day, she found herself thinking about those towels, and their cummy wetness, more and more.
On this particular morning, she carelessly grabbed a towel right in a spot that was still fairly fresh with his cum. (Perhaps it wasn't entirely accidental, due to her deeper desires, but she didn't do it with conscious intent.) Her first idea was to wipe her hand on another towel. But curiosity got the better of her. She brought her covered fingers up to her nose and took a good whiff.
Hmmm. This smells pungent, but good. A little fruity even. Wait! What am I doing?! This is terribly improper! This is my son's sexual spend! And yet... I can't help but be a little bit curious. Its texture almost feels like the moisturizer I use. I'm almost tempted to taste it. Ugh, no! No way!
At that, she had wiped her hand on a clean part of the towel, collected his sheets and remaining dirty towels, and took them into the hallway.
I'd better check on Angel's sheets as well. Over the last week her sheets have been getting suspicious damp spots as well. It seems like everyone in this house is slowly losing their mind. This sexing things up is necessary to help Tiger, but it seems to be affecting Angel as well. I'll have to make sure this doesn't go too far and this becomes a house of sin. I will not have it. Not on my watch!
Sure enough, Katherine's sheets had some suspicious damp spots. So Susan ended up again with a few loads of laundry to deal with that day.
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Later, when she and Suzanne started their daily workout, she tried her best to pretend that everything was normal. But Suzanne could read her best friend like a book, so she started to ask probing questions about Susan's dreams.
In a matter of minutes, Susan broke down and began to cry.
It took another half hour or so, with a lot of crying, but Suzanne was finally able to get a full recounting of what the dream had been about.
She immediately set about trying to reassure Susan and manage her emotions and perceptions. As she held Susan in a comforting hug, she said, "You know, this is good. Dreams like that are good."
Susan had been resting her head against Suzanne's neck, but that statement caused her to jerk up in surprise. "Good?! Are you crazy?! Did you not hear what I said?!"
"I heard. But the thing is, this is all natural and healthy. Like I told you yesterday, dreams are a way we have of processing things that happen to us in real life. For instance, if you lose your purse, maybe you have a dream about your purse. Maybe you dream you find it, or maybe you have a bad dream where you lose it all over again. Whatever. The details aren't important. What matters is that you're blowing off steam, blowing off the anxiousness and worry you have about the purse in your dream so you won't be so worried about it in real life."
Susan frowned. "Well, okay. But this isn't a dream we're talking about here. We're talking about SIN! Terrible sin! Things that should never happen between mother and son!"
"Susan," Suzanne said in a calm and even voice, "that's all the more reason it's good to let out that energy in a dream instead of in reality. Let's face it: you saw Sweetie's penis by accident, and it turned out to be a very big and really impressive one. Long and thick and smooth, the kind of penis we women long for and adore. That left a big impact on you. Furthermore, your handsome son is now forced to climax six times a day. The fact that he can even manage to do that at all shows what a virile, sexually potent boy he is."
Suzanne was deliberately using provocative language, as part of a general policy of constantly hyping Alan and his sexual prowess. She continued, "You've been obliged to dress provocatively around him to help him out."
Susan cut in, "Maybe I should stop doing that."
"Nonsense! And let down your Tiger in his time of need? I think not!"
Susan pleaded, "But can you promise me at least that I won't have to wear a French maid outfit again? That's having a weird effect on me. Ever since I wore one of those sans underwear, it shows up in all my dreams! And worse, always without underwear!"
Suzanne replied, "Excellent! Just think: if it's having that kind of effect on you, what kind of effect will it have on your Tiger? He'll be horny and hard all the time, thanks to his busty French-maid mother."
Susan groaned, but it was a groan of frustration, not of lust. She really did find the French-maid outfit too much to take.
Suzanne saw that, instantly concluding that maybe she was pushing too hard. "Okay, fine. We'll put that outfit away for a good while."
Susan smiled in grateful relief. "Thank you!"
Suzanne smiled too. "But in any case, add to that the fact that you're extremely sexually frustrated. You know a woman's sexual peak is in her late thirties, and yet your husband is gone for eleven months of the year. You're STARVED for sexual excitement, and then you see your well-hung, handsome son. Of COURSE your body is going to react to that. You can't be blamed for that! That's human nature."
Susan asked shyly and very quietly, "But, hypothetically, what if I have dreams like that at night... AND I have naughty thoughts during the day?"
"Then, I say, you need MORE dreams like that one. Then you can burn off your sexual agitation while you sleep."
Susan frowned unhappily.
Suzanne said, "I'm not just saying that. You know, a person can influence how often they dream, and how vividly they dream. The more you try to remember your dreams, the more you will dream. There're lots of books about this kind of stuff. What you need to do is try to remember all the details of your dreams as soon as you wake up, before your memories fade. Write them down in a dream journal. Then, talk them over with me. That way, we'll burn off all or almost all of your inappropriate sexual energy, and you'll still be able to give your Tiger the visual stimulation that he so desperately needs."
Susan still looked unhappy. "But I can't write those things down. They're obscene! Positively obscene! Just writing them would be another sin probably, like creating pornography."
"Okay, you don't have to write them down. That was just a suggestion. That probably isn't necessary, as long as you replay them vividly in your mind and then tell them to me while your memories are still fresh. I can be a kind of judge or analyst, to make sure you burn off enough sexual energy in your dreams."
Susan didn't like that idea at all. She considered her dreams about Alan highly personal, as well as extremely embarrassing. But Suzanne's words made sense, so she decided to follow her best friend's advice.
She thought, I hope Suzanne's right, because I have far too much unhealthy and sinful sexual energy right now. I can't let her know how much my sinful thoughts about my son are haunting me. All I can think about is his, his... member! I'm gonna need to dream three, four, or five times a night just to burn all of these evil feelings out of me.
The terrible secret I can never tell anyone, not even Suzanne, is how much I LIKE these sinful feelings! When I think about stroking his member, just like in that dream, it makes me so hot! Oh God! What a terrible, terrible, wicked thought!
Later in the day, Suzanne brought Susan a book about dreams that detailed how one could remember one's dreams better. It reinforced everything Suzanne had said earlier, which reassured Susan considerably.

6 Times a Day (6TaD) is a story centers around a male high school student named Alan Plummer, who starts off as an awkward young man. Unbeknownst to him, his mother's best friend and neighbor lusts after him and concocts a phony medical diagnosis that requires him to have six orgasms a day, in order to seduce him. Things don't go quite as she plans and a chain of events and circumstances results in an increasing number of gorgeous women finding themselves 'helping' him with his "medical treatments."

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