Dream Canceled Novels & Stories

Where to?” Dax asked.“Dream Cafe,” Carmen mumbled.She kept her eyes focused on the window as she stared at the beauty of the morning. But everything seemed too dull in her eyes.‘I wonder if he's already there.’ Carmen thought.Liam arrived at the Davis company parking lot. He parked his car, got out, and started walking in the direction of the Dream Cafe.After taking a few steps, he felt a hand slightly holding onto the tip of his coat.“You shouldn't be here.” Liam gently said.“I wanted to talk with you and since you have been ignoring my call all morning, my only option was to come here. I have been waiting since seven a.m.” Ali mumbled.“You didn't have to?”“Tell me what I did wrong, and I c

His form glitched, breaking apart into shards of red pixels that evaporated one by one. The ground split beneath me, revealing a vast abyss of white light. The system’s reality began to unravel, lines of code disintegrating into pure energy. I looked up one last time and saw Dream’s image flicker above the collapsing world, faint, fading, but there. His voice whispered through the static, soft and broken. “Gloss… come back…” I reached out toward him, but the light consumed everything. And then, the digital world collapsed in light.

Dave had a dream that night, the same dream that haunted him repeatedly, hurting him. He dreamed of screaming to prevent it, but it was too late. He screamed at Daisy who was lying covered in blood; the blood was so much that it filled his hands, coming from Daisy's head. Moreover, when then the blood grew more and more; Dave realized that he had no hope, that he had lost it all. The ending of her dreams is always the same, filled with sorrow and a painful void.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

it didn't matter how many times she tried to make her see reasons with her, Joana would not pay heed to whatever nonsense that will come out of her big mouth. She hanged up the call with a frown on her face. She stopped a taxi and flew off. At the same time, "Miss Emma, the boss has an appointment with a client at the Damie resort"Jude informed her " you know what to do" he muttered under her breath as she walked passed her. She carried a confusing manifestation." Damie resort" she murmured with uncertainty. Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for.

Nothing worked, though, so after an hour, I went up to my room, brushed my teeth, and laid down. I grabbed my phone and texted Blaze to let him know something urgent had come up that I needed to deal with and that I wouldn't be there tomorrow. I dimmed my lights and put some relaxation music on, and fell asleep. The peace was short-lived when I woke from a bad dream two hours later. In my dream, I lost Kaysen and the babies. In the end, I had no one. Kaysen* Tanner is not going to take my news well. I'm not taking it well. One minute there was a possibility of me having cervical cancer, and the next, I was pregnant with twins.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

He explained that it's the only transpersonal training center in the United Kingdom and one of the few self-sufficient charitable trusts in the world supporting research into dreams from a spiritual perspective. The DRI was part of the Center for Counselling and Psychotherapy Education Trust (CCPE) in Central London. It explores the connection between dreams and wellbeing from a spiritual perspective, requiring public events and an unusual archive, as well as teaching videos and educational courses, but that was just for public appearance.

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