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People believe false news so easily, trusting those edited videos, some of them stopped purchasing makeup products from their brand Dream Shade. "So you want my help to find these frauds?" Sung-ho asked when she finished talking. "I understand why you're not taking any help from the police. Looks like you got some big fishes after you. By the way, um, do you suspect someone from your company?" "No," Dea shook her head confidently. She was certain sure that her employees would never do something like that. "The companies of the makeup industry we're competing with.... I don't know, perhaps it were some people who have a rage against me."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

"Here you go—Dreams." "That's where you moonlight, right?" asked Natalie. She didn't know much about websites, but Dreams looked sleek and high profile. Nothing like the banner ads she'd seen on the internet for escort services. "Yeah, it's a great place. The pay's good too!" Emily sipped her cocktail and allowed her eyes to feast on a guy with shoulder-length dreadlocks—a true definition of tall, dark and handsome—as he made his way to the dartboard with his crew. Natalie laughed at the ridiculousness of the site's name and her friend's undeniable interest in the tall stranger.

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

“You looked so focused. What are you reading?” I hesitated, glancing at the book in my lap. “It’s about a white wolf. I’ve been having dreams, and Alpha Nader thought these might help me understand them.” Lily’s brows furrowed, but her expression remained curious. “The Alpha gave you books from his personal library?” she asked, and I nodded. She looked at me as though I had described a scenario utterly impossible for her to imagine. She shook her head as though she didn't want to dwell much on it. And then she asked, “What dreams are you having? What are they like??”

Getting out of bed she walked towards the window and opened it and a paper immediately flew in, it was like it was waiting for her to. She scowled and picked it up intending to throw it back out when the writing on it caught her eye. " Need help with your dreams? Just visit my shop downtown @mamavoodoo's special shop. I can tell you your future, read your stars and tell you exactly what your dreams are telling you. For more information, call". Tiana's frown only deepened after reading the letter. The letter was both creeping and weird and what was more weird was the fact that there wasn't any number added. Also how did this supposed mama voodoo know she needed help interpreting her dreams?

Remember when that one show was on TV and you couldn't even get tickets for months afterward? 'Yeah, I remember.' Then I asked, 'So, what's it about?' 'The website said personal nightmares. It's called Dream House and it tries to get into your head, taking things that you are afraid of or thinking about, and brings them to life!' That did sound cool. 'So how do they know? What you're afraid of I mean.' Julia probed. 'I bet they make you fill out some form when you walk in, either that or they quiz you at the door or something. I bet it's going to be cool as hell!'

My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test. I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some r

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.