Novel & Cerita Dream Series

Destiny said collapsing on the chair opposite him. "Well, that's not too bad. So tell me how can I help?" Dr Connery said smiling. Destiny wiped her forehead with her hand and gave him an apologetic look. "Can you tell me something about dreams?" "Dreams? What sort of dreams?" Destiny took a deep breath," you might think I am crazy but I had a very vivid dream...about three kids trying to run away from their crazy dad. It felt so real. I felt as if I was there. And Alpha Jake was there, though he was a young boy." She rambled on, unaware that the doctor was staring at her transfixed.

"I don't know how it happened but you killed him. There's just one problem, you-" "Died" I completed the statement for him and he nodded. "How many times did you have that dream?" I asked.He sighed. "I lied. Last night wasn't the only time I dreamt of it. I've dreamt this same dream thrice. I never finish the dream. After you die, I see my sister sitting in a coffee shop. She looks a few years older. She sees someone and the shock on her face is hard to miss. I never get to see who she's looking at"

"I'm not seeing anything you know." "Really? But I can see it clearly. Even those windows and the polished pale curtain and the portrait on the wall. It wasn't there earlier, right?" Damian added and surveyed the place. It felt to him like it was a different cottage. He felt like watching a different chamber. Diana glanced at him in astonishment. Must he still be dreaming? Or was he watching someone else's memory? He did confess that he had an odd ability. And the Elder tells him about being a Dream dweller. "I can't see anything Damian," Diana added and watched the boy carefully this time. "...Tell me more. What you see must be a clue or you are in someone else's dream or…"

Dream said and pulled everyone out of the room. "Maybe we should see a doctor." Kenzo said. "No need. It's just an act. Dream will not stop pestering us if I didn't do that." Yara said smiling. "You scared her." Kenzo said smiling too. "Dream really loves you a lot. I hope someday, she will love me too." Kenzo said looking at Yara that made her felt awkward because her heart is beating fast. "Don't worry, I know, she will. You're his dad." Yara said looking away.

she whispered in her mind. The creak of the opening door brought her back from her luxury of rain. A black suit coated young man entered into the office room, wearing rectangular full rim glasses matched with his face shape. Myung-dae nervously glanced at her, he could feel his body already sweating, then looked down at the file he was holding in his hand. "Miss Choi," he slowly stated. She swiftly moved from the raindrop covered window and sat in the chair, ignoring him totally. It was her, Choi Dea. The famous and mysterious Chief Executive Officer of the top cosmetic company in Korea, 'Dream Shade'.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

But no matter how long she browsed through the journal, she couldn't figure out what the payments were for, even though they all had similar reference numbers—the word 'DREAMS' followed by a long string of numbers unique to each person. Marybeth closed the journal, frowning hard as she tried to recall where she had heard about 'Dreams' before today. "Maybe Austin will know," she mumbled as she moved on to the second journal. This one was in Iris' all too familiar writing, and her blood ran cold ten pages in when Iris detailed her one night of passion with an 'A.I.' in Rock Union whilst Austin was at some casino convention in Las Vegas.

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”