Dream Reader 소설 & 이야기

Dream's POV The first email came early in the morning, before the sun had even fully risen. I was halfway through my first cup of coffee when my laptop pinged with a new message, no subject, no sender name, just a blank header with an attachment icon blinking red. I should have ignored it. I should have deleted it like the dozens of spam mails that came in daily. But something about the way my name was written in the preview, “Dream” , plain and unadorned, caught my attention. No one addressed me like that except the people who knew me personally.

"The Auditor could not see me. None of them could. The Weavers, the Shareholders, the Creditors. They all knew something was here, but they could not perceive me. They built walls and shields and prisons around the place where I sit, but they never looked through the window." "The First Dreamer did." The figure's eyes brightened. Not with light. With warmth. The specific warmth of a grandparent being told that their grandchild had been asking about them. "The Dreamer." The figure's voice trembled. "Yes. The Dreamer found the window. The tiny hole in the membrane. It would press its awareness against the glass and whisper to me. Stories. Things it had learned. The concept of risotto. The conc

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

She was so sorry but she couldn't last a night without dreaming about that dream. "Why do I always dream about that? I mean, it's already how many years. I think I need to see Doctor Luna again." she groaned and just drinks her water. Doctor Luna is her psychiatrist and she first met her when she started dreaming about it because she believes that is connected to her but she is not sure about it.

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

“Alright, witch. Tell me what happens when I step through.” Violet swallowed. “Once you enter… you won’t see reality anymore. The Dream Realm will twist your memories, your fears, your past. You’ll feel like you’re drowning in them.” “Sounds like my childhood,” Fenrak muttered. “Fenrak,” Violet snapped, tears in her eyes, “this isn’t funny.” He stepped closer and flicked her forehead. “I know. That’s why I’m making jokes.” Rhea shook her head, fighting tears.

Lumen learned restraint not as a rule, but as instinct. In Ottawa, Raven slept fitfully on the couch, fingers curled tight in the fabric of a blanket she’d owned since college. Her dream was shallow at first—fractured images, familiar rooms bending subtly wrong. She stood in the old apartment kitchen, the table set for people who never arrived. Then she felt it. Not invasion. Invitation. Raven stiffened. “No,” she whispered, even as the dream responded. The walls dissolved into open water, dark and glass-smooth. She stood ankle-deep, heart pounding. Across the surface, distant lights shimmered—other dreamers, other minds.

I looked down and saw the open diary, my mother's legacy. For a moment, I couldn’t move, and the dream was still vivid in my mind. The dragon—my mother—had seemed so real. The emotions, the urgency—it felt like more than a mere figment of my imagination. As I reached out to pick up the fallen diary, my fingers trembled. Would the entries reveal more about these dreams? Or were they just the result of my stress and exhaustion?

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”

Damien's POV I stood by the front window, my fingers drumming lightly against the frame, watching the driveway. The house felt quieter than usual this afternoon, even with Loki and Lucas tearing around upstairs. After two years of doing this alone, burnt toast mornings, endless laundry, and nights where the silence pressed in like a weight, I had almost convinced myself that no one could fit here. But yesterday’s run had changed those thoughts. Kimberly. Her laugh still echoed in my head, light and unbothered, like sunlight cutting through a thick fog.