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, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

I just snuggle deeper into my blankets. My dreams that night are…odd. I dream of us, in the tent. Which is strange because I hardly ever dream of myself in the present. Usually I’m in my childhood home, or in the woods behind our house, or just somewhere else entirely.

contained, observed, real. It is the bravest thing I have done in a long time. And the most frightening. I fall asleep without meaning to ..... sitting up, back against the headboard, the list still on the nightstand beside me. And I dream. Not the shapeless, grey dreams of exhaustion. A real one. Vivid and specific and entirely unwelcome in the way of dreams that reach into somewhere you thought you had sealed off. I dream of Silver blue ..... the particular smell of it, pine and cold earth and the specific quality of its morning air that Cedar Falls has never once replicated. I dream of the open field beyond the pack house, the one that runs to the tree line, the one that is just long enou

And I would sit with him, telling him the stories, passing down the legacy just like it was passed down to me. When Zen turned ten years old, something strange started to happen. Zen began to have dreams. Vivid, real dreams. He dreamed of a place. A beautiful valley with green hills, a clear river, and a small, white house surrounded by flowers. In his dreams, he felt happy, safe, and... at home. But it was a place he had never seen before. One night, he woke up crying. "Grandma! I want to go there! I want to go to that place! My heart feels like it is missing something!"

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?