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(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

It takes your mind some time to digest what has occurred. She pulled away her hand and left the bed as though she did not want the conversation to continue any further. I am all right, I said, as I went to the bathroom. “It was just a bad dream. Every person has bad dreams occasionally. I jumped out of bed to pursue her since I was not going to allow her to brush this off. This is the fourth time in two weeks, Annabella, you have woken up screaming. That’s not normal. You have to discuss with somebody what you have experienced.

And he went out of my room Ohh, please, God give me a good dream, I don't want to have nightmares. To be continued...

But fate had other plans; my dreams were a tangled mess, filled with unsettling memories and foreboding images. In one moment, I witnessed the painful argument between my father and Roxanne from years ago. In the next, I found myself chasing after my father, pleading desperately for him not to abandon us. And then, Burgess appeared, his expression filled with disdain as he uttered those haunting words, "Oprah, I've been fooling you all this time!" Startled awake, I gasped for breath, feeling a surge of annoyance at Burgess's unwelcome intrusion even in my dreams. Groaning, I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But before I could fully collect myself, my phon

He pulled on his hair,he couldn't take it, even though he wanted to his heart couldn't. "Am sorry" Serena was on the floor shading tears and apologizing but James couldn't hear her as had lost his mind knowing that the more he stayed beside her the more likely he would do something he would regret so he left to go drink himself to stupor since it was the best option that way he won't remember whatever happened her and he might probably forget about Serena.

She slowly closed her eyes and praying silently for the day all this would over and she would wake up knowing it was all a bad bad dream. Don't forget to like and comment on my story as well as following my page.

I feel so exhausted that shortly after watching a movie that catches my attention, my eyelids close and I fall into deep sleep. I wake up out of nowhere, my eyes squinting in madness and almost jumping up, which ends up causing the tormenting pain to return to my chest with lightning speed. The bad dream of Greece formed memory assaulting me on the night of the supermoon that assails me to some extent once a day, leaving me worried and fostered in top form. “Did you rest soundly?” Gabriel's voice makes me turn to the left in a split second, thinking he's perched on the singular sofa and with the controller in one hand. Hear an eyebrow at me.

Nothing worked, though, so after an hour, I went up to my room, brushed my teeth, and laid down. I grabbed my phone and texted Blaze to let him know something urgent had come up that I needed to deal with and that I wouldn't be there tomorrow. I dimmed my lights and put some relaxation music on, and fell asleep. The peace was short-lived when I woke from a bad dream two hours later. In my dream, I lost Kaysen and the babies. In the end, I had no one. Kaysen* Tanner is not going to take my news well. I'm not taking it well. One minute there was a possibility of me having cervical cancer, and the next, I was pregnant with twins.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

She laid down, closing her eyes, and let the music carry her away. But Dannie couldn’t help but think about all the strange things that were going on. Maybe it was better to just leave all this, whatever it was, alone. If that book was somehow influencing her nightmares and making her sleepwalk perhaps the best was to just pack up and leave. Whatever was going on couldn’t mean good things for her. With a sigh Dannie let the music lull her to sleep.