meditation for sleep

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

A princess in a fantasy world, shackled by restrictive rules of the castle, had sought nothing but freedom. She found it in the end. It was death. However, the princess had found herself waking up in a body of Devon Lin. A twenty-five-year-old aspiring author living a double-life struggling to write stories at day and a contracted sleeping buddy at night? Meet Lewis Qin. Fame, looks, wealth, and power. He has it all. However, not known to many, Lewis had a severe sleeping problem. Until he met her… Can the princess finally find the freedom she sought? Or was the contract that binds her with him was just another shackle she must break free? Would he fall asleep? Or fall in love? Watch as these two try to make ends meet, find their place and purpose in this vast world.

From the day he was out of diapers, he never knew a peaceful life. Alone as a child and sent to a orphanage with questionable practices, then adopted by criminals and grew up to work in a black company. There was not a time where he could rest in peace except for when death finally came. But now, in this new world and in his new body, he will do whatever it takes to protect his sleep time. Whether it's defeating the demon king or making friends with the hero, as long as it protects his peaceful sleep he'll do it.

Covina Ven meninggalkan Indonesia untuk mengikuti program Tidur selama 20 tahun dari perusahaan Sleep and See. Sebuah program yang menjanjikan mimpi indah selama tidur. Beberapa orang yakin, programini sebenarnya hanyalah sebuah cara untuk membuat legal bunuh diri. Covina yang seolah sudah bosan hidup tidak lagi memerdulikan apa kata orang mengenai program tersebut. Yang terpenting baginya, ia bisa lari dari kenyataan pahit yang ia tak bisa ceritakan pada siapapun. Tak seperti yang ia bayangkan, siapa sangka program ini mengharuskannya mengikuti program pemulihan emosi dan kontrol diri salama satu bulan sebelum ia benar-benar ditidurkan di dalam kapsul. Saat inilah, ia bertemu dengan beberpa orang yang tertarik pada dirinya serta menyeretnya ke dalam masalah

The heart wants what it wants. Layla is engaged to be married but an accident a day before she ties the knot lands her in a coma. And while she sleeps she meets the man of her dreams...and he is nothing close to her fiancèe. Caleb is one fine doctor with a heart dedicated to saving lives. He has vowed to uphold his oath and never let his personal life interfere with his professional life. But when one coma patient only responds to his voice and him, his personal and professional life clash. She is engaged to be married, he is her doctor....An impossible love that must defy ethics and commitment to blossom. What happens when two people who thought they knew what they wanted suddenly find their hearts wanting what they shouldn't.

3000 years ago, the extraordinary talented Bai Qiuran was taken in by Lord Qingming, the founder of the Qingming Sword Clan. There, he started his road of cultivation. 3000 years later, Bai Qiuran’s teacher, Lord Qingming ascended to become a god, while his senior failed to overcome and divine tribulation and passed away. Even his youngest junior Zix River managed to enter the Foundation Phase. She learned to manipulate her sword to achieve flight. On the other hand, after 3000 years of cultivation, Bai Qiuran finally reached the 66664th level of the Meditation Phase (first phase of cultivation). “What? You want me to graduate? But I’m only at the Meditation Phase! I can’t even manipulate a sword to fly? Am I even considered a cultivator?”

Apparently I was reincarnated in a harem fantasy novel I was reading, well, I'd better get stronger, so no one will bother me when I sleep. ** I don't know how to write in English, so everything will be done with a translator, if you see any grammatical error point it out and I'll correct it.

Can true love exist in a different time and place? When aspiring botanist, Hanna, inherits her grandmother's house in rural Korea, she sees it as the perfect hiding place from her flailing academic career. But when she hits her head while restoring her grandmother's garden, she awakens to find herself in Goryeo-era Korea--and the childhood friend of the kind and handsome Prince Chi. Now Hanna must try to return to her own time, while helping Chi as he prepares to inherit the Goryeo throne. But as time passes, Hanna finds herself becoming closer to Chi, and she must decide: should she return to her own time and carry out her dream of becoming a botanist, or should she stay with Chi, and risk the challenges, dangers, and heartbreak of life in the palace? ***Note: This story takes a creative license to history. While many of the historical details are correct, I wanted to take a lighter, character-driven approach. The language has been modernized significantly, and while some words are in Romanised Korean, most of the language is English (which we can assume is Korean through the characters' dialogue) Please enjoy!*****