Novel & Cerita Dream Mirrors

I frowned as I went to each mirror, looking for any form of escape. In the first mirror, I went from having a face like a Picasso painting to looking like a batter and broken version of myself looking lifeless on the cement floor of the torture room covered in blood. “Is that reality, and this just my final death dream? I thought you saw your life flash before your eyes when you died. This isn’t anything from my memories.” I frowned and moved to the next mirror.

She said trying to barrel past him with no avail guess her streak had worn off "Look" He said shoving a mirror into her face She was instantly awed, her eyes spun in multicolored lights, hypnotizing even her, but the shock wasn't over, his eyes shifted turning the same color as hers "I know what you did" he said " I have been having dreams about you too, I saw what you did at Brett's party, I am just like you and we need to talk!" †† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable way

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

Ife gazed at her collarbone in the mirror, bearing Alo and Farrells marks proudly on her skin. No one could ever question their bond again. Speaking of the two devils, they appeared behind her with her claiming marks showing on their collarbones. What a magnificent sight they were! It happened again, she had the dream again showing her collarbone marked on each side by two men that looked almost identical. Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon.

Let’s go have fun” His dad ushered him to move along. “Dad, can I ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure son. What is it?” His dad responded. “I’ve been having these bad dreams lately. Why am I having these scary dreams?” shyly, he asked. His father stopped walking and fell silent. Melo turned his head up and looked at him. “Hmm. I am not sure how to answer your question, son. Dreams just appear out of nowhere, you know? They are just pigments of our imagination. A form of way to remind us that the brain never stops working even as we close our eyes” His dad answered.

She began to tell me something that started to freak me out. "My mother used to have series of dreams too, like you. The dreams repeat every night, and every time, she would have not just one dream, but two, three, sometimes four. But they're the same every night. Years later, her dreams started happening in reality. And it happened exactly like how it would in her dreams." I swallowed hard as I continue to listen to Lady Dahlia. What on heaven is happening? "We call it the Eye. It lets you see something from the future through a series of dreams. Your dreams, my child, are hints from the future."

(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

I was taken aback slightly. “Vampires have dreams too?” I interjected, not able to help myself and earned a scowl in return. “Of course we do,” he replied and continued, “I always dream of...blurry faces you know, of voices which I find familiar but never meet.” His voice had turned distant and I hardly realised that my mouth had hung open because that’s exactly what I dreamed of. “Like some are nightmares, but you know that it’s all related?” I said, almost breathless. Damian’s head snapped towards me, his eyes wide as he nodded dazedly. “Yeah, that’s…” he trailed off.

Leaving one mesmerized by how the soft glow of the moon refracted on the opals of the locket. Lydia is fast asleep on the bed across the room where she and Morrigan stays, but Morrigan had been tossing herself on the bed for a few hours already, but it seems that the God of Dreams seemed to be elusive to her, refusing to bless her with a peaceful night of sleep. Every time she dared to close her eyes the nightmare she had the other night haunts her. The image of her mother lying in the middle of the sea of fire, bathing in her own blood always comes to her mind. Every time those vivid images come to mind she unconsciously quiver in fear. She's scared that once she surrenders herself to her d

"You've been marked that's how possible. Now give us a hug or don't you miss us sunshine." 'l"Darius? Dimitri? I know you. My dreams...ho...how is it possible?." She squints her eyes going closer while her mind race through many thoughts. Her dreams. Do all her dreams come to reality? "Her dreams are more like a foresight of the future. Remember mum told us about a time she knew a woman who had such powers. But the question is that our mate is a human. So how is it possible?" Damian mind link me as I nod also seeking answers to our unanswered question.