Novel & Cerita Dream Unmask

But the second the front door closed or our parents left for errands, the mask fell away. One rainy Wednesday afternoon, mom and Richard went to visit some old friends across town. The moment their car pulled out, Damon immediately came to find me in my room. He didn’t say anything at first. He just closed the door behind him and leaned against it, staring at me. I was sitting on my bed with my laptop, pretending to work. “You look like you haven’t slept in days,” he said quietly. “I haven’t. Not really.” I closed the laptop and hugged my knees to my chest. “I keep having these dreams where Mom finds out. She doesn’t even yell… she just looks at me like I’m a stranger. Then I wake up and fee

Her smell brings the memories they shared together as a family intensifying the pain his heart feels. " I hate nights the most." Damien murmured and removed the mask covering his face. He laid down on the bed but did not dare close his eyes afraid of the nightmares that accompany his sleep. Damien was adamant on staying awake the whole night but sleep and exhaustion hit him really bad and he involuntarily closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Dash says as he points at my face and I realize the fuck up. “Fuck,” I let out, passing my hand through my hair. I walk away from her, grabbing the mask and putting it back on. I can’t risk her waking up and seeing it’s really me. That I am the monster that haunts her dreams. That I am the monster she hates.

Elijah commented. I reached for my glass of whiskey and looked back at the stage. Before Kendra, I had never been into art, but because of her, I started paying attention to it—another impact she left without knowing. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is who I am.” As the woman on the stage removed her golden mask, my eyes went wide because the one behind the mask was no one other than my ex-wife. As I took off my black mask, I had to blink twice to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. What the hell was happening? The room erupted into total chaos as everybody couldn’t believe that Daydreamer was no one other than Kendra Dav—Hazelwood.

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.

She must have fallen asleep while bathing, and while submerged in the water, she naturally held her breath, leading her to have that dream. The man before her was, of course, the real Kendrick, not someone disguised as Aron… right? “Anna, why are you staring at me like that? You don’t even recognize your own husband?” Kendrick asked. She reached out, pinched his face, and confirmed there were no masks or anything like that. “I dreamt you turned into someone else and tried to hurt me.” “Now that you’ve confirmed, am I real or fake?” Kendrick continued, holding her hand and placing it on his face.

POV: Damian The sound of my phone ringing in the middle of the night had almost pissed me off. Not almost. It had actually pissed me off. I had been deep inside my usual dream. The same dream that had been haunting me for months now. Jade Firefly. She was always there. Standing in the dim red lights of the club stage, the glittering silver mask covering the top half of her face, the rest of her lips curved into that mysterious smile that had driven me half insane.

This professor smelled more dangerous than Indra! “I am,” I replied as I pulled my cloak over my head and wore my mask. I would reveal my face after everything was over, regardless of victory or defeat. Resting my hand over the scabbard of my blade, I gently listened to Nightmare’s cries. Night’s Kiss had been lost in the Dreamscape Universe. I was only left with Nightmare now. Of course, I would one day return for her; but for now, I would have to manage with Nightmare.

There was tension in his touch, as if he was holding back something. “Maybe he’s just stressed,” her wolf said, and she nodded and pushed down the worry. Meanwhile, Damon, who was standing beside the window of his room, kept staring into space as he gazed at the morning sun. He couldn’t explain the dream he had last night. In that dream, a masked man stabbed him right in the heart, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. Just as he was about to give up, the masked man took the mask off his face.

she motions to the ladies behind her, “You can have all the fun in the world without worrying about the consequences over there. You will be able to meet new people without having physical contact with them. You will also not feel tired or drunk when you are there. Once you wake up, you will feel very refreshed and physically pampered to face the next day.” “Wow,” is all that I can say. “The only drawback about it is that you will not remember anything about it when you wake up. It will all seem like a dream. We also call this the Dream Escape.” “Cool,” is all that I can mutter. It does help if the people you will be hanging out with will not remember anything the next day. Not only that it