A Far-off Memory Is Like A Scattered Dream Novels & Stories

“A nightmare?” Lyanna winced. “Kind of. Not exactly like the others, though. It was awful, but the whole time it felt more like a memory. Like it actually happened. You know how dreams usually feel hazy and weird while they’re playing out? Like anything can shift at any moment and it still makes perfect sense? ‘Oh, my flashlight just turned into a popsicle, or the car disappeared and now I’m floating down the highway two feet off the ground.’ No big deal, right?” “Yeah.”

I reached out, desperately trying to hold on, but the dream slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. And then, I awoke. I found myself back in the sterile confines of the hospital room, the beeping of machines echoing in my ears. But within me, I carried the memory of that vivid dream, the profound connection I had made with my mother. It was a dream that would forever be etched in my heart, a reminder of the strength and love that resided within me, even in the face of adversity.

Our memories had haunted me.. Since the day I left you, Although I wanted to forget them.. but they were like a big mirage..digging me more and more..every minute.. When I think about forgetting them. ___________________________________ The same blue eyes that had been haunting me since the day I left this place.. he looked at me and came closer.. closer to my face..smelling my scent.. I tried to look in the other direction... tried to loosen his grip..but it was getting tighter with every second...

Right? We sat in class and listened to Mr. P ramble about what we were going to be learning for the whole year, well they listened but I drifted off to my thoughts. 'How is it possible that one can think and remember a dream this much like it was reality. I mean don't they say the moment you wake up you had already forgotten half your dream. Damn! This is torture. Why do I dream of her though? She looks and sounds like Miss Johnson from my kindergarten school but an old version of her. Her eyes are exactly as hers but crescent black. Does anyone have eyes like that? Shiiit! That’s some stupid child fantasy, sounds even stupid to say it in my mind. Why is it that I could only see the outline

~RIYA The dream lingered long after I opened my eyes. I sat up in bed, the covers tangled around my legs like a net of silken vines. My breath hitched, and I pressed a palm to my racing heart, trying to slow its wild thrum. I could still feel the warmth of that dream realm, the whisper of ancient voices tickling my ears with secrets I couldn't quite grasp. It felt like someone—or something—had been trying to speak to me. And yet, when I reached for the memory, it dissolved like mist.

The ordinary sounds anchored them—grounded reminders that this, at least, was a world that made sense. But the dream’s residue clung to the edges of Nico’s thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw flashes of blue skin and golden light, the cradle rocking on infinite tides. He didn’t know whether the memory came from the past or the future, or whether “memory” was even the right word. Elara drifted back against the headboard and drew him into her lap. “Try to sleep again.” “I can’t,” he said. “Every time I blink I feel like I’ll fall back there.”

Images flitted across my mind—nothing concrete, nothing whole—but flashes of warmth, her scent, the shadow of a laugh that belonged to her. I clutched the photograph as though it might disintegrate if I let go. My head pounded with the force of memories that refused to form. I pressed a hand against my temple and squeezed my eyes shut, but the more I tried to remember, the more it slipped away, like sand through my fingers.

My voice is steady, the resolve clear in my tone. Unresolved memories have been a heavy burden, one I’m prepared to shed today. She gives me a nod of understanding, clearly recognizing the significance of this moment for me. “Well, we sure can try. Ultimately, it’s going to be up to your mind if it’s ready to reveal what’s been tucked away.” “If anything.” “That’s true. There simply may be nothing else to remember.” “I’ve had a lot of dreams lately, about Winona and how we were.” The dreams, vivid and emotional, seem more like fragments of memories trying to break through the surface. “I’m done letting this rule my life.”

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”