Cure Dream Novels & Stories

The answer I found only confused me more—it said celebration dreams symbolize when something good is happening. Something good? Could it mean… the HIV was gone? My pulse quickened. I quickly called the doctors, desperate for an answer, but they reminded me I hadn’t started proper treatment yet. Nothing had changed. I sighed heavily, letting go of the thought. Needing a distraction, I forced myself to eat a little. Afterwards, I decided to walk around the room, stretching my weak body. I walked from the bed to the door and back again, pacing slowly. But just as I reached the door the second time, I froze.

While I lost all hope that I might hear from Amir or Alan, they both showed in my dream the moment I closed my eyes. "We made it! The cure is ready!" That was the first thing I was told the moment my eyes were closed...

Reid leaned into my touch, closing his eyes with a long exhale that rattled through his chest. "You don't have to carry the entire world on your shoulders, Reid," I whispered, dipping the cloth again to wipe his knuckles. "Not when I'm standing right next to you." Reid slowly opened his eyes, staring down at me with an intensity that made my heart hammer against my ribs. He reached out, his trembling fingers catching my chin, forcing me to look directly into his soul. "You mentioned something about a cure." "Yes, your mother found this rare flower that can be used to create a cure for the Blue Blight," I explained calmly.

Candace Two days later, Ingrid chatters about a music discussion she had with some Lilywind noble as she, Finn, and I head to the rejuvenation ritual. I want to listen. I really do. But my eyelids droop, my muscles burn, and it’s taking all my concentration to keep my skirt from dragging in the mud after last night’s rain. Every night, I have the dream. Sometimes more than once. Every night, it’s the same, and it always wakes me up. Between that and my burning mark, I’m surprised I’m getting any sleep at all. At least the cool, slightly misty air makes it unpleasant enough out here that I’m at no real risk of falling asleep.

My stomach twisted. Curtis leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and his smile changed into something darker. “Honestly, I’ve had dreams about you. Several of them.” I scooted backward until my back touched the cold wall. “Stop.” He didn’t. “Dreams,” he continued softly, “where you were in my bed… without this dress. Dreams where you weren’t shivering or afraid. Dreams where you were very warm. Very responsive.” “Stop talking,” I snapped, voice trembling despite how hard I tried to steady it.

“I know you can do it.” I didn’t have a chance to respond before his eyes fluttered closed and he began to doze off. Biting my lip, I gestured for Julie to follow me out of the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind us. “If I find those artifacts and burn them,” I said, “will Liam be cured?” Her face darkened. “Potentially. I felt the spot where his cancer is growing, and I sensed a bundle of magic there—not a typical tumor like the doctors think. I believe it may dissipate once the curse is broken. He may never be the same, but he’ll survive.”

asked the nerd who was still in a daze. “You are dreaming baby. You are dreaming the best dream of your life where you are going to kiss the woman that you fantasize about every single night and jerk off to the thoughts…you are lucky that you will be given the choice to live as a human and might not want to change into something worse which your actual character reveals,” said Aithusa as he pulled him close by the lapels of his t-shirt and then kissed him.

not even one of them believed it . " Are you sure she said cure ? Maybe she was mistaken and said something else . " said Emily . " Trust me Emily , I heard her loud and clear . She said she had found a cure . " said Eskylrious . " H....H....How.....How did it happen ? " asked Iris . " When we were talking with mom , she glanced at the flowers at the top of her bed then said that she found a cure that would make her live . She asked mother to fight and wait for her until she prepared the cure . " said Eskylrious .

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

“You’re safe. You’re home.” Only after the glass was emptied did the fragments of memory return. This was not the first time. The same dream had haunted her for weeks falling, crawling, surrendering to God in a desperate bid to break free from the thing that possessed her. Where is this dream leading me? she wondered. What does it mean to surrender your soul? Confusion coiled tighter in her chest. She was exhausted from carrying the weight of these visions, tired of waking up drenched in terror night after night. The old doctor in the village might have answers.