Novel & Cerita A Far-off Memory Is Like A Scattered Dream

Even the distant thunder rolling across the sky felt too quiet, swallowed by the weight of memory. No, no, no… The images from the dream hadn’t faded. They were still etched into the back of her mind—chaos, the sound of screams, and her own voice, useless and unheard. The man in her dreams, his face distorted by memory but no less terrifying, hovered at the edges of her vision. His voice was still in her ears. Cruel. Cold. A voice that had once shaped her reality with fear.

but he didn’t let me finish the sentence. “It’s alright.” he tried to soothe me. “No, no, Dad, I saw something, in my dream” I exclaimed. “What?” he asked warily. “I…” I wanted to say that I didn’t know and then the memories slammed into my mind, they crashed into my mind like a chilly wave, the scenes which were blurry and fast a moment before became crystal clear, and then I realized what they were. I closed my eyes and I found myself transported into a distant memory, a memory of a small child.

I sound like I’ve literally lost my fucking mind. Where the hell am I? Maybe I’m just dreaming and will wake up and laugh at myself. I’ll tell Paul all about this crazy dream, and he will get a good laugh out of it. Paul…..why does he seem like a distant memory? Why do I have a feeling screaming at me, that things are so different with him now? Where am I?

“I can’t remember a thing! It’s all gone!” Another crew member leaned heavily against the railing, eyes wide with anxiety. “I just feel...lost,” they murmured, glancing around at the unfamiliarity settling around them like a fog. Whispers of the past echoed in the air, memories that felt tangible yet impossibly distant, teasing at the edges of consciousness without clarity.

The sky melds together in blue and green as I lay on my back, the damp earth seeping coldness into my clothes. Each blade of grass presses against my skin, leaving imprints I can feel but can’t see. I blink, trying to focus on the clouds drifting overhead. They move in slow motion, or maybe it’s my brain that’s lagging behind. My thoughts are as scattered as dandelion seeds in the wind, fleeting and impossible to grasp. I try to remember how I got here, but the memories slip away like water through cupped hands.

I called out, my voice rasped. Sitting up, I tried to shake off the lingering... dream. It wasn't a nightmare, exactly, but it would plague me everywhere – like a bittersweet reminder of happier times. The same scenes would make its way to my mind everywhere and everytime I do the most random things. While reading a book, gazing in the mirror, even lost in thought during a walk – it would bleed through. The strange thing was, these dreams weren't triggered by conscious thought. They seemed to come from some hidden well of my memory.

The familiar surroundings triggered a flood of memories, but they were fleeting and elusive, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. Determined to make sense of it all, Esmeray spent hours poring over books and scrolls, searching for any clue that might shed light on her past. But the more she searched, the more frustrated she became. It was like trying to piece together a puzzle with half of the pieces missing. As she sat in the quiet of the library, her mind wandered back to her childhood. She remembered snippets of moments that felt both familiar and foreign, like echoes from a distant past. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind with startling clarity. She was a young girl, pla

After hanging up, I walked to the window and opened it. Outside, snow covered everything in white. Branches bent under its weight, snapping with sharp cracks that echoed in the still night. Time flew, and before I knew it, another deep winter had come. In the blur of falling snow, I thought I saw him again. The cold wind whipped my hair as he stood far away. His voice, loud and clear. "Hey, Rose! We made a promise, remember? We'd stay strong and keep on living." I will, Adrian.

Melancholy and a fainted pictures appeared before my eyes, memories that I didn't want to go back yet I didn't want to forget. I memorized every single detail of those messy pictures ascending above on the dreary sky. Her footsteps were creating a pattern of emotions—it was empty and sorrowful. As thy cold wind touched my skin, I retrieved that the lonely soul was part of my memories. I felt disgust about those flickering scene that I didn't expect to see again. What is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or maybe it is the reality... "Comeback..." It was like a tainted sword that ripped out my soul from that nightmare. I found myself moving my fingers and felt as if I was drifted back to the realit

Immediate. And the moment I said it— The energy surged. Stronger. More focused than before. I Feel Everything Now Not just the power. Not just the memory. But the connection between them. The Truth Is Close So close I could almost touch it. Almost see it. Almost— The Memory Breaks Through Again The room disappears. Not slowly. Not gently. It’s ripped away. And suddenly— I’m there again. That Night The same room. The same shadows. But now— Everything is clearer than ever before.