Dream Canceled Novels & Stories

There is a slight smile filled with confusion playing in his eyes, “Don’t tell me your dream fell through again.” I look on over to the truck, and the attendant follows my eyed, “My dream is in that truck.” I pause for a moment and turn to look at the clerk again, “His body is there, but his mind is gone.” “Well,” he starts, and there is genuine concern in his voice, “Whatever happened, I am sure time will heal his wounds.” I only but give him half a smile and turn to leave the store, “I really hope you are right.”

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."

But she had done something worse. Damien dreamt of two people chasing each other in a chrysanthemum field. A boy chasing a girl. Their faces were unclear but he knew who they were. He knew he was dreaming, but it seemed too real to be just a figment of his imagination. His ears caught the merry sound of her laughter, causing his lips to widen into a smile. He was floating lightly, surrounded by the cool breeze blowing about. He didn't know how long it lasted— hours, years or only a minute but the scene vanished when Nate woke him up. His eyes didn't open until his ears comprehended the panic in Nate's voice.

 ~CASSANDRA~ I blinked my eyes thrice before flapping them open. I had a really weird dream last night where I found myself in the past world. It was really funny and I'm glad I woke up from that dream because it was actually scary to me. "Eda." I heard that same name in my dream. Wait.... I think I'm still dreaming, I really need to wake up from this dream.

Every time I woke, he was there, watching me with an expression I could not read. That night, I measured out the second dose. My hands were steadier this time, though the fever had already begun creeping in beneath my skin by the time I climbed back into bed. I dreamed of Dante. He stood in the dining hall exactly as he had the night he rejected me. His eyes were cold, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. I, Alpha Dante of the Silver Crest, formally reject you. "Please," I said in the dream, reaching for him, though my hands passed through nothing. "Please, not again."

I flopped back unto the chair like a rag doll. Damn! I was messed up now. I picked up my phone and winced at the bright light that hit my eyes. What! The time said 13 midnight. But that can't be right, so I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but that just made me dizzy. Everywhere was spinning. I tried standing up again, but slipped and fell. I cackled gleefully. This was hilarious. I decided to lay on the floor and blacked out thereafter. ***********

“Daniel, we have to talk.” Daniel knew there was a time and place to tell her what he was, and he felt like this was the time. “Emma, do you remember what I told I can do?” “Yes, Daniel I do.” She stared at him as he paced the room. “That place I found you it was a nightmare you keep reliving. It was when your parents died.” Emma was confused and had questions, so Daniel explained more. “Since I can walk into dreams or nightmares, there is one drawback. If you die in the astral plane, you stay dead out here.”

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

Henry asks while rubbing his eyes. "I did." I whisper as I lay my head back on the pillow. He sleepily places a chubby hand on my forehead and begins. "Bad dream, go away! Go aw...ay, go..." That's not how the song goes, but that he stops halfway to yawn and accidentally falls asleep, makes the ugliness of the dream fade away. Yeah, it doesn't matter, he’s dead. Every bad dream goes away thanks to you, my love. *** Christopher D’Amico

She felt like she was about to lose her mind. "What? Is there something wrong?" Candice asked over the phone. "I've been dreaming about the Castellan, Candice…it's creepy. Are they chasing me?" She asked and threw herself now on her bed. "What the hell?" Candice asked after absorbing what she just said. "They keep calling my name, d*mn it. Why do I dream about them? I wasn't even in my mind that night they were killed. I just got born!" She exclaimed and crumpled the sheet of her bed in annoyance.