Novel & Cerita Dream Mirrors

She didn't want to stay in this room where what she just lived was so vivid. Declan carried her to his room, placing her gently between the sheets before getting in next to her, holding her against him with his arm about her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. “Now, tell me about your dream, Gemma,” he coaxed. She shivered at the memory of it. “It was the car crash… the one that killed my parents. I saw it again… everything… And the way the car rolled over and over… I was unconscious before the car stopped turning.”

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

"Do you trust me?" "Yes, that's why I said." How could she say that she was afraid of the rain and thunderstorm? Ravi parked the car in her garage. She opened the door and flicked on the light. "Thank God, light is there. " She offered him her dad's new tee-shirt and a towel and went to her room to change. Before she could take off her saree, the light had gone. She screamed, Ravi was bare chest he ran to her room in dark. "Hey what happened? Why are you screaming? Neighborhood might wake up. " He held her in his arms. She snuggled closer and said, "I'm afraid of darkness". Can you please stay here in my room, holding my hand. Please anything for that"

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.

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.

The dream was a vivid tapestry woven with emotions and details that felt too personal, too intimate to share. As the water swirled down the drain, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles clung beneath my eyes, testament to the restless night and the disquieting dreams that had plagued my sleep. I had experienced vivid dreams time and time again, but this was the first instance where I would wake up with a souvenir from my subconscious wanderings.

"Mira, did you ever, at any point, think something else besides the accident must have happened to me?" She dips her head slightly and the solemn look on her face is my answer. "I did. I just never knew what it could be. Recurring dreams are the mind's way of trying to reconnect and clarify an event. There's a block somewhere and sometimes people have triggers that can help. You said you saw monsters, and if we were watching anything with monsters in it, you'd start crying. I often wondered if that was your childhood mind's way of creating something to cover something else."

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

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..