As I lay in my bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety and worry. It had been weeks since Nikau went missing, and despite our best efforts, we had yet to find any clues as to his whereabouts.But as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to see him again.And as if my wish had been granted, I found myself in a dark and dreary room, surrounded by nothing but shadows and emptiness. But as I looked closer, I saw a faint glimmer of light in the distance.I followed the light, and as I grew closer, I saw that it was coming from a small cage in the corner of the room. My heart raced as I realized that someone was locked inside.I rushed to the cage, and as I got closer, I saw that it was Nikau. He was unconscious and unresponsive, his body limp and lifeless.Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized the extent of his injuries. He had been beaten and battered, his once handsome face now a mess of bruises and cuts.But
I woke up crying. Who knew? Who knew i would finally meet him. I didnt know if i should be happy or sad. As i ran out to tell everyone about the dream, i couldnt help but wonder why i met him after so long.I ran out of my room and into the den, where everyone was gathered. Myles was standing by the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to a group of werewolves discussing strategy.I ran over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the others. "Myles, I had a dream," I said, my voice shaking with excitement and fear. "Nikau, he's alive. I saw him in my dream, he was locked up in a cage in a dark room. I tried to wake him up but he wouldn't respond. But I saw him, Myles, I saw him with my own eyes."Myles's eyes widened in shock and he grabbed me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. "Are you sure it was Nikau? Are you sure it wasn't just your imagination?""I'm sure," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I hugged him, Myles. I hugged him and I could f
Panting. Panting was the only thing I could feel as I ran through the forest. Leaping from one spot to another, with the branches of trees grazing past me, I chased a tiny creature ahead. It was small and white, probably a rabbit, I wasn't sure. The poor rabbit ran for its life. It wouldn't let its body turn into prey for a wild creature like me and nor would I stop chasing the animal. It ran as fast as it can but it couldn't escape its dreadful fate.As I reached out to grab the creature with my claws, it squeaked trying to get away from me. Digging my sharp claws into its soft flesh, I finally tore its body apart. I could clearly sense the warmth slipping away from its body as blood splattered everywhere. As the rabbit lay there, lifeless in my grasp, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over me.What was I doing, chasing and killing innocent creatures like this? It wasn't who I was, or at least it wasn't who I wanted to be. But as I stood there, panting and covered in blo
“N-Nightmare. I had a nightmare about chasing through the woods.”"Wait, you had that nightmare again?" Georgia asked, her eyes widening in concern."Yeah, it was really weird. I can't remember all the details, but I remember feeling scared and disoriented," Ireplied, still trying to piece together the memory of the dream."That sounds intense. Have you been having a lot of these nightmares lately?" Georgia asked, her brow furrowed."It's hard to say. I feel like I'm always so busy and stressed that I don't always remember my dreams. But this one felt particularly vivid," I said, still feeling a bit shaken by the memory."Well, maybe you should try to take some time to relax and clear your mind. Maybe try some meditation or deep breathing exercises," Georgia suggested, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder."Yeah, maybe you're right. I'll try to carve out some time for myself and see if that helps," I said, grateful forGeorgia's support and guidance.Just then a man came up to us
I was back in the woods, chasing animals. But this time there was a fierce animal with me. It was a wolf. A huge great wolf with golden fur. It was a fearsome and terrifying creature, a being of darkness and shadow that struck fear into the hearts of all who encountered it. Its powerful, muscular body was covered in thick fur that seemed to ripple and shift with a life of its own.As I ran through the woods, the wolf at my side, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The trees seemed to twist and turn in unnatural ways, and the shadows seemed to shift and move on their own. I knew that I was dreaming, but the fear and anxiety I felt were all too real.I chased after a deer this time, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to catch it. The wolf kept pace with me, its golden eyes fixed on our prey. I could feel its excitement and hunger, and I knew that I was not alone in my desire to hunt.But as we closed in on the deer, something changed. The wolf's body seemed to r
“How is that possible?” I asked my therapist.“It's certainly possible that your dreams about the wolf are related to your emotional state after the loss of your parents. Dreams can often be a way for our minds to process and make sense of difficult emotions and experiences. It's also possible that the wolf in your dreams represents some aspect of your personality or psyche, or it may symbolize something else entirely. Ultimately, the interpretation of dreams is highly personal and can vary widely from one person to another. It's important to remember that there is no one-size-fits-all explanation for any particular dream, and it's up to you to decide what the wolf in your dreams might mean to you, Rebecca.” She explainedSoon after I left the therapist and went back to work.So, has the wolf always been a nice guy? I thought he was a monster. I thought to myself.Now that I actually thought of it, he never harmed me before. If the scars I get inmy dreams can somehow manifest on my s
As I went back home i was absolutely tired due to the research based on the homunculus. I fell asleep as soon as I changed my clothes without even having dinner.In my sleep, I was back in the forest. But this time i new that I was dreaming. Before I started chasing the way I usually do, I stayed still and thought about my surroundings for a moment. I couldn't believe how real I felt. When I knelt down to touch the grass, I could clearly feel its sharpness across my fingers.Now that I've been to the therapist for quite sometime, I learnt to not fear my dreams anymore. Instead I walked around.As I continued to explore the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The sounds of someone flinching seemed to be getting louder and more urgent, and I knew I had to investigate.I followed the sounds as best as I could, pushing through the underbrush and darting around trees until I finally came across a man leaning against a tree. He was clearly in pain, his leg bent at a
The man then protruded his hand as if asking me to hold it. I was hesitant at first but I then decided to take his hand. His hand was warm. His long fingers were pale and scratched up like papercuts. He then closed his eyes and a moment later I was back in my bedroom. But for some reason, I wasn't on my bed on the ground a few paces away from my bed. I remember sleeping on my bed the previous night but why was I on the ground? I had no clue.Although it seemed like I spent only a few minutes in my dream, it was already morning in reality.I called the receptionist at the laboratories and called for a day off. I needed a break to cool my head. writing down everything I could remember about the dream I wondered why is it always me that gets stuck in such mishaps.Apart from all the questions that are already dwelling in my mind, now came a new question. What was a being protected from? And who is that man? If he is the wolf I always saw in my dream then why was he a man now? Wait a mi