Dear Dreams Novels & Stories

“Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes. “Did you see a merry turn?” Lara asks me when I get to that part, butting in and checking me out with a stitched brow and an anarchy brow. “Besides, individuals vanish in waves of green smoke,” I wake up, deciding to get to the point one last time and spare myself the irrelevant niceties. "Do you ever have

My voice was a tired, low whisper, filled with the last remnants of sleep. “Yes, it’s me, my love,” came the response, but the voice, it was deeper, richer, but in my groggy state, I didn’t notice. Tears pricked at my eyes as I let the words tumble out, “Damian, I love you... but I just wish you would stop sleeping around with wolves you find pretty and strong. It hurts me every time you do it...” The words were heavy with pain and truth, and before I could hear the response, I drifted back into a deep sleep, the weight of my emotions too much to bear.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

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I described the world I've been visiting in my dreams, and how real it felt. I told them about the love I have for Nikau and how hard it would be to lose him. The therapist's expression was full of compassion and understanding. "It's natural to feel confused and distressed when we're not sure what's real and what's not," they say. "But it's important to remember that our dreams are just that - dreams. They can be influenced by our experiences and emotions, but they are not reality. It's okay to have strong feelings and attachments in our dreams, but it's important to recognize that they are not the same as real-life relationships."

With a gentle kiss on the forehead he whispers good morning beautiful! The days passed, Star couldn't help but notice a recurring theme in her dreams. They were filled with vivid images of her powers, the very essence of her being. In her slumber, she found herself transported to a world where her abilities flourished, and she embraced her true potential. In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

“Yes, I’m here mija. I’m not going anywhere.” That broke me even more. She loved me, she loved me like her own daughter even though I couldn’t bring myself to get as close to her as I was with my mom. And she still loved me. And I was here, hesitating about what I needed to do to ensure her well-being. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “No, Ela, it was just a nightmare," she whispered, rubbing her other hand over my arm. “It’s not real.” But it is, just that I’m not letting you see one bit of it. I promise

Eljo, Eero, Ami, and Ann’s mom wondered what Deacon was doing on the plain but decided not to make it their business as he was the one that agreed that their memories should be wiped so they had no doubt that he will not mess things up. “I had this crazy dream about this gorgeous guy. I dreamt I had sex,” Ann whispered to Jessica. “Ooh, tell me more,” Jessica said. Deacon listened to Ann telling Jessica about her dream and he wondered if she really dreamt it or did she really have sex with Paris. He smiled at the thought. “So, are you from Barrow?” Jessica turned to face Deacon when she caught him smiling at their conversation, off guard. “Um, no, yes, not really, kind of,” Deacon stumbled o