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Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

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.

The dream, with its cryptic messages and shadowy figures, had set the stage for a saga that transcended the boundaries of mortal and supernatural realms. Carlile, the stalwart companion by my side, nodded in silent affirmation. Together, we embarked on a quest to defy the threads of destiny, determined to reshape the narrative that unfolded within the tapestry of dreams. The shadows of the past may have cast their pallor, but in the crucible of determination and alliance, we sought to forge a different path—a path where the echoes of a dream could be rewritten and the inevitable rewritten.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

The dream becomes a bridge, connecting them to a shared purpose a destiny entwined with the Enchanted Realm's fate. With each piece of the puzzle they uncover, the vision grows clearer, each fragment serving as a guidepost leading them to a future where their paths will inevitably converge. The dream's enchantment is no longer a mere curiosity; it's a beacon that beckons them towards a realm of magic and mystery, a world where courage is tested, alliances are forged, and the threads of fate are woven into an intricate tapestry.