Dream Of Spring Novels & Stories

Sarah That night, I have a dream that seems so realistic. I’m running through the woods, on my way to somewhere. I don’t know exactly where I’m going, but I know there’s an important place where I’m supposed to be. I’m alone, yet I don’t feel like I’m alone. I feel like someone is watching me. Someone is waiting for me. Despite this, I’m not afraid. I only feel at peace here. Soft pink clouds tumble in the sky. Silver flowers whisper their encouragement to me. While lilac trees shake their leaves in a dance that I will never be permitted to be part of.

The dream had transported her to a picturesque garden, bathed in golden sunlight, where she stood, resplendent in a flowing white gown, hand-in-hand with Rogan, her partner and confidant. As Emily tried to reconcile the dream with reality, a mix of emotions swirled within her. A sense of wonder filled her heart, as if the universe had woven a tapestry of fate within the realm of her subconscious. She had always envisioned a future filled with love and companionship, but the dream brought a newfound clarity to her desires.

It looked just like the side of the fence I stood on, only more lush and inviting. The gentle warmth of the world seduced my senses away from the cold of my hopelessness. The winter had been so long, so cold, and so colorless white. Springtime became like a vision of paradise, covering the world in the bright colors of wildflowers. Their perfume teased my nose. The spring night sang to me in the sounds of the night-birds and breeze, lulled my fears and heartache. It called to me to take just one step into the world beyond the fences.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

A cold wind was blowing teasing Si-ri’s long tresses. “I never bothered about the seasons prevailing in this outer world but right now I’m experiencing a sudden change in the season of my heart. Amidst this autumn, there is a spring taking place in my heart, I feel the blossoming of happiness, light and hope after surviving a drought. And now, I want this spring season to last forever in my heart.”

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

Her hand wandered under Adrian's shirt, tracing hot, eager circles down his chest, her touch bold and full of heat: nothing like her innocent, fresh-faced look. In the shadowy, suggestive light, with the heady scent filling the air and Yvette's relentless teasing, Adrian's desire flared. He scooped her up and headed for the bedroom with determined steps. Adrian stepped into the bedroom, his eyes landing on the bed covered in a sea of bright red rose petals, a romantic gesture from Yvette. However, instead of feeling touched, a chilling memory flashed through his mind: a bedsheet discarded in the trash, stained with blood in patterns that reminded him of plum blossoms. It brought back the pro

But as soon as she drifted off, her dreams took her somewhere unexpected. In her dream, she found herself strolling through a beautiful garden, the sun casting a golden glow over the vibrant flowers. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming roses, and the sound of birds chirping filled the atmosphere. And there, walking beside her, was Liam, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans that hugged his athletic frame perfectly. He was speaking about something, his voice smooth and melodic, but Isla found herself lost in admiration of his beauty. The way the sunlight danced in his hair, the way his striking blue eyes sparkled with mischief—it was intoxicating.

Dennis seemed to sense something off about me. His expression faltered briefly before he suggested, "Why don't we leave now? Find somewhere to relax for a bit." I looked up at him, smiling faintly. "Let's take the yacht," I suggested. "A night cruise. We can watch the sunrise tomorrow." … In the car, he started discussing plans for the next day. "I've already prepared a birthday surprise for you. Once things settle down, let's start planning for a child. How does that sound?"