Dream Book Lottery Numbers Novels & Stories

Nyra's name was on it, and it was dated two months ago. I stared at it for a moment, then kept digging through the drawers. At the very bottom, I found an abortion consent form. It said the fetus was ten weeks along and had a heartbeat. Jacob's signature was at the bottom. That was the moment the last flicker of my hope finally died. Any hesitation Nyra had stirred over the past few days disappeared, leaving my resolve rock-solid once again. I took the consent form and the divorce agreement Nyra had given me before and walked to the living room.

Gold, silver, and blue lights began to drift down like a rain of stars. Each speck glowed with a dreamy light, bathing the city in a brilliant sea of color. My breath caught. It was too beautiful. But a bitter sadness quickly followed. Two months ago. In that ridiculous dream. I had leaned against his chest, stupidly describing my romantic fantasies. "My biggest dream is to see a meteor shower fall just for me," I had laughed playfully. The man had kissed my hair. His voice raspy. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky."

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

But no matter how long she browsed through the journal, she couldn't figure out what the payments were for, even though they all had similar reference numbers—the word 'DREAMS' followed by a long string of numbers unique to each person. Marybeth closed the journal, frowning hard as she tried to recall where she had heard about 'Dreams' before today. "Maybe Austin will know," she mumbled as she moved on to the second journal. This one was in Iris' all too familiar writing, and her blood ran cold ten pages in when Iris detailed her one night of passion with an 'A.I.' in Rock Union whilst Austin was at some casino convention in Las Vegas.

Three days before the centennial celebration, the tag, “Ruben and the Dream High centennial celebration” topped the hot search list on I*******m and occupied first place for the whole day. Anyone who checks in at the downtown branch of Dream High Hotel during the celebration can participate in the lucky draw of that day. There will be five quotas for the first prize, and the prizes in a five-day holiday in Maldives with Ruben!

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

"He's coming!" Suzanne glanced up from her tablet to see an excited looking Yvonne Long squealing like a little girl. "Good, then you'd better give me the lottery numbers," Suzanne stuck her tongue out at the ghost. "Alright, listen carefully. I'll only say this once. 32-8-56-17-9-94." Suzanne smiled. "Got it," she said as she quickly typed the numbers into her tablet. By was she going to go on a shopping spree after all this was over.

The numbers from Renee's dreams: 12252050, red house. Carl checked his watch, his expression dark.

“Mr. Jones is one of the two who won first division, a twenty-five-million-dollar-prize lotto this weekend. Do you have the other winning lotto ticket? If you do, please come in to claim your prize.” The video ended there, and Chan and everyone around the table just sat there, dumbfounded. Finally, Soriya said, “Chan? You still have that ticket, right?” Chan nodded. “Yeah.” Dara said, “Then go get it.” Chan did, and as she headed up to the master bedroom to get the lotto ticket, her head was spinning. When she returned, Dara checked the ticket and then double-checked it and triple-checked it. “You got the winning ticket, Chan,” she finally said.

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.