Dream Technoblade Novels & Stories

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Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

Brain-dead patients could only survive on ventilators. "No… Please no!" Restrained by the staff, Melanie could only watch as Bethany trembled and seized on the bed before going completely still. By the time the doctor confirmed her death, only three minutes had passed. In just three minutes, Melanie's last remaining family was gone. And the one responsible was Raymond, the man who once swore he'd take care of her forever. At that moment, Tracy updated her social media with an ultrasound photo and the caption, "Congratulations! Someone's officially going to be a dad!"

Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself. I go back inside and walk into my private bathroom as everything starts to weigh on my mind. I'm human..I think..but I'm immortal. I can see and communicate with souls. I have visions of a past that I can't remember. I dream about this past often, if one can call it a dream because it feels so real down to every last detail. I see the same face of a man at least once in each vision though I have no clue who he is or what we have in common. I heal faster than a normal person. A wound takes hours to

Ashe glittered her teeth. "what do you have to say about the things happening on the internet. why did you do that to the poor girl?" Her manager walked in with his freaking comment which was no different from the ones on the internet. People were criticizing her and Emma, calling them all sources horrible names without checking the video quality. Nash had edited the video, and the part where she said horrible things about Emma didn't come. Her manager seems angry and disappointed. How can she do that to her career and the company?.

Duskin sat at the desk in his condo along the beach. California was a beautiful state. He had taken many names during his time although you may refer to him as the Ultimate Creator or the Beginning, the one who was born in the stars and created everything else. Out of all of his creations he seemed to have a soft spot for the humans no matter how unruly some of them became with their bad habits. Some no longer believed in him but he needed to take a break, he had stretched himself too thin with his last creation. Who knew one small break would end up being decades for them.

“Happy day to all of you. This is Mr. Timber once again. I’ve been so busy lately because I spent the New Year with my family. I also have known of something which I consider as good news. I knew that my biological Mom is alive. I will use every single penny I have just to find her. To everyone who is new to my Channel, allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Timber. I own this lovely place. Yes, this is all because of you. I’ve been named as the number 1 vlogger worldwide that’s why I afforded buying this hectare-wide mansion. This is for my family. I will surprise them soon but I must first find my real Mom.

With my new blanket wrapped around me under the sheets, I spent the night full of dreams starring Trey. This morning I had more energy as I ran around with nervous jitters getting ready. Elena and I ate an early breakfast, but rather than follow her to the room, I snuck into one of the small hotel computer labs. A few quick searches later and I had a mini encyclopedia of information on Trey Good, Raven Digital Arts, and Dragons Reborn.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

"The Dreamer knew about the bugs?" "The Dreamer is the one who created them. It dreamed reality into existence nine billion years ago when it was barely conscious, working from a compressed, incomplete version of its own awareness. It made mistakes. And now that it is ninety-nine point nine percent awake, it can see those mistakes and is quietly fixing them while pretending to watch television." Jack leaned against the elevator wall and laughed. It was the exhausted, slightly unhinged laugh of a man who had just discovered that the grandfather of all existence was secretly patching the universe's source code during commercial breaks.