Novel & Cerita Dream Series

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

Still this could work for you, couldn’t it? ‘In what way? I looked into my mate’s dream- bad dreams!’ ‘And if they were not just any dream?’ Fenris raised a brow at the suggestion. ‘What if that ‘dream' you had was more than just a dream? Think about it, Fenris. If that was just any dream, you wouldn’t find those scars on her.’ His eyes slowly widened, as he caught on to what his father was saying. ‘Dreams can be many things. One of these things is-‘

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

If Dracula knew that the Dark God Seth had placed a bounty on Mane, even without knowing who he was, maybe he wouldn’t have thought so. “So where is he exactly? Alucard wasn’t entirely clear on that aspect.” Lilith wondered. Alucard did mention a place called the Dreamscape, but the things he stated were too farfetched to be real. “The Dreamscape,” Dracula replied. “It is a place I have heard about yet have never seen. It is said to be a universe – an entirely different one. Somehow Asgardians are able to visit this place in their sleep, hence its name. He is there – young master Mane.”

Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity. “Yes, perhaps you have an idea of whom it might be because he looked exactly like Mr Montero, but what was the girl with red hair doing at his palace?” “It's a meaningless dream. Mr Montero has no daughter, and he stays in no palace,” Mrs Spielberg stated. Charles shrugged his shoulder. He dares not tell them that the red-headed girl has been appearing in his dreams for the past few months. “Is there something else you need to tell us about the dream? You know I can't interpret a real meaning to it if you don't remember most part of it,” Mr Hensworth uttered.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Damie island was a private island as far as she could recall, what would a private island be having a resort for. She collected her stuff in the office and trotted to the out "miss, please," one of the blackguards gave a sign. She quietly entered the car. They reached a place where the car came to a halt." miss please" she followed him to the helicopter. Emma was more than happy, her worries flew away immediately she realized the helicopter before them on the vase land. The place seems like a field, the grasses were as green as a tropical forest. The greenfield made her picture the most attractive eyes she has ever seen, the thought of it made her smile.