Dream Pfp Novels & Stories

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

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.

He promised to be back in three days. While all this was going on, Aiden was having trouble sleeping. Ever since Anita called him Damien, he had been having trouble sleeping. Every night, he was tormented with vivid images of him that wasn't him. He understood that it was the past he used to dream about and the one Anita walked him through. In these dreams, everyone called him Damien, but he didn't feel like he owned that name. He would see a girl crying in front of him and another girl begging him to save him. In another, it was his lookalike that lay either dead or unconscious beside him.

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

Kyle tapped on the empty space on the chair. "Damian, you look tired. Are you sick?" Peter asked his friend. "No, no. I've just been preparing for a small project I should send to the university. I'm just afraid that I won't be accepted there." Damian answered. "What do you want to be?" asked Peter. "I want to be a fashion designer," Damian smiled shyly to his crush. "Wow, really?" Peter widened his eyes and kept staring at Damian for a long moment, making him slightly uncomfortable—but in a good way. "I can already see you signing a contract with one of the most famous brands."

My best friend wasn’t going to keep quiet forever. Exhaustion dragged me down later, the weight of secrets pressing heavy as I lay back in bed. When sleep finally dragged me under, it wasn’t peaceful. The dream space was different tonight, heavy and humming like a storm was about to break . Shadows stretched and shifted. And then It was darker. Colder. “Ivy.”Damon’s voice, low and rough, cut through the dark, like a man reaching for salvation. Not the Alpha’s voice he showed the world, but raw, cracked open, desperate.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

“Class, let’s hear from Miana. Come here Miana, introduce yourself” “My name is Miana Vista. I am 10 years old. I live at Brgy. Busay,Cagsawa, Daraga, Albay. It’s near the perfect cone Mayon Volcano! There you can see the perfect shape and how beautiful it is the moment you saw it” “Okay, what are your dreams, Miana?” “I dream to become a successful woman. Not for any profession but a woman who got a high-paying job that can buy anything she wants”