Dream Not Found 소설 & 이야기

"Primus." Sending ripples of thought through the dream state I seek him out. I’ve always been able to find him here. Even when he is awake, I can sense him and wait. "Primus," I call again, my heartbeat quickening as he doesn't respond. "My love..?" The dream state grows silent as my voice echoes out into the nothingness. He isn't here. Something must be wrong.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Matthew tossed and turned as he moaned desperate words, but his eyes weren't opening. "Matthew... Matthew! Matthew wake up!" June urged as she shook Matthew wildly. Matthew's breath was starting to get unstable. But Matthew was in the middle of a violent dream. A nightmare. His dreams were wild, and what was happening, was really happening. In that dream, Matthew was unconscious underwater, which explained why he wasn't breathing well.

Violet The dream never came… “Again!” Rage went through me as I drove my heel into the punching bag with everything I had as the same thought played in my head again. For the first time in two months, there had been no nightmare. No veil, no cave, no red eyes…nothing. Of all the nights for the dream to skip me, it had picked the one where I needed it most, and it made me pissed. “Again!” Jorn’s voice dominated the room.

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.

As fucked up as it was, I started to want to look for her… to find her… I have no fucking clue where she is nor will I ever see her again, but I thought to myself, why the fuck not? Whatever it is that’s causing these dreams, if I find her I can maybe get to the bottom of it. If I don’t, then at least I tried and I’ll just go about my life. As soon as I step out of the bathroom, Vlad has a smug and proud look on his face as he has his back against my wall. “What? You better have something good or I’ll wipe that proud ass look on your face, idiot.”

The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious. As the dream faded into the recesses of my mind, I found myself suspended between the realms of wakefulness and slumber, the echoes of that surreal encounter lingering like whispers of a prophecy. The moonlit clearing, Chastity's unwavering gaze, and the silent confrontation with my brother became fragments of a nocturnal saga, leaving me to ponder the intricate dance of dreams and the cryptic messages they sought to convey. All the time, that dream never leaves me. It haunts me even in my waking hours. I have never felt fe

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

it seemed like he was starting to doubt me “there’s a woman who shows me all these things in my dreams. She takes me to these places and tells me they all have to happen. Each dream has a unique code. This particular dream was called the alpha dream” “What other dreams have you had?” “The other two were beta and epsilon dreams, they were about children which I do not necessarily think is vital to what you have to decode” “Alpha, beta and epilson are all Greek alphabets. The first, second and fifth alphabets. Maybe these dreams are in a sequence. What did you see about the children?” Oh… I had no idea they were alphabets.