Dream Symbols Fire Novels & Stories

She turned it over in her fingers. She had not looked at the files since the night she brought it home. She had been too afraid. Too distracted. Too busy falling for a man who had blood on his hands. She set the card back in the drawer. She closed it. Not tonight. She was too tired. Too raw. Too confused. She walked to her bedroom and lay down on the bed. The sheets were cold. The pillow smelled like her. She closed her eyes. She dreamed of fire. Not the warm fire of a hearth. Not the gentle crackle of burning wood. This was different. This was hungry. This was violent. This was the fire that had consumed her childhood home, her family, her future.

The symbol on my door was more than just a mark—it was a sign that I was being watched, that someone was targeting me for reasons I didn’t fully understand. That night, as I lay in bed, my mind raced with thoughts and fears. The dreams came again, more vivid and disturbing than before. I saw the symbol, glowing with an eerie light, and heard whispers that seemed to echo in my mind. The shadows in the forest moved closer, their eyes glowing with malice.

"I was fighting shadows, destroying them with a fiery weapon." “A fiery weapon?” Irene asks and he nods. “Yeah, it was made out of fire. I was holding it but strangely my hand did not burn.” Carlisle responds. Joshua scoffs while his hands are shoved in his pant pockets. “That’s because it's a damn dream.” “Dreams can feel real,” Dory retorts, “Sometimes they work as signs to guide us.” She adds and Ruth nods. I wonder what the dream means, what it signifies. Is it a premonition, a glimpse into the future? Or is it simply a product of his fevered mind?

When I look at him, his blue eyes riveted on me, I forget everyone else around us and my music becomes all for him. This bond we have crackling and flaming between us is growing stronger, and I can feel it despite the adversity that seems intent on pushing us apart. The flames of the fire symbolise the passion I have always dreamed of. I feel it sparking and igniting our hearts to forge together. Since that day we first met, it has grown brighter and steadier, the embers never going out but becoming hotter. This fire could ravage through all in its path, leaving us in ashes. Or it could continue steadily with the right choices we make -- selfless and sacrificial.

My body aches for him, even if my heart is telling me to back the hell off. The dream comes suddenly, out of nowhere, a fiery image that feels all too real. A building is on fire, and I’m standing there, stuck. The smoke stings my eyes, thick and suffocating. I look around, but I can’t see anything, can’t see the way out. I can hear someone—someone yelling my name. “Nina!”

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

“Fire is dangerous, it consumes everything in its path, but we need it to survive. Just like we need to feel as living beings.” “If fire is not controlled it can be destroyed. It is good to be kept away from catching.” I turned to him. “But feelings will not consume you.” “It will, and feelings are the beginning of greed and destruction.” I didn’t say anything again. I just faced the burning candle calmly. Then I spoke after a while. “I had a dream, Kaine.” I felt him hold his breath from the corner of my eyes. “What dream?” “A dream about you and me.” My gaze returned to the candle. “We were happy.”

We couldn't find anything about the prophecy or where that woman may have found it, it was still misty and inconspicuous of whom the noble blood may be nor the fellow. It was all uncertain, and I didn’t like it one bit. For the past two days, I'd taken time to search for an explanation of my vision, pouring through dusty tomes in the library. I was lucky enough to find two possible meanings. Fire and corpses: *To dream of a corpse coming back to life suggests ability or willingness to put something behind you and move on, or that you are being reminded of something from your past. *Fire symbols and meanings allow you to hold the power and passion of the Gods, right in the palm of your metaph

But each time, my heart races harder. When I finally do sleep again, it’s not restful. I dream of fire. Not warmth. Not comfort. A line of flames cutting through the woods. Choking smoke. Red eyes in the dark. When I wake with a gasp, sweat clinging to my back, my pendant is glowing faintly against my chest. As if to whisper They’re coming.

arrogant, cruel, dangerous. Yet my heart ache for him in ways I don’t understand. I turn over, clutching the pillow. When I finally drift off, it isn’t peace that meets me. The dream returns, this time Misha is with me in the fire screaming and tearing me apart…. Fire Screams Blood Fire Screams Blood Over and Over again.