Novel & Cerita Dreamcatcher Dejavu

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

Where no part of the town seems to be untainted by their evil ways. I finally collapse back onto my bed, my eyes glued open wide but blank. I know I won’t be able to sleep even though it’s what I want the most. Instead I am stuck in a state of waiting. And I don’t even know what exactly I’m waiting for. I’m at the mercy of whatever gets thrown my way next. 15 Chapter Fifteen

Emma was thinking of what would happen when Maxwell finds out she left the house. No! this won't be good. she thought. Before she could raise her ass from the seat"let's have a drink"Joana handed a glass of red wine to her. "let's see how you would escape me this time" she whispered glaring at Emma like her enemy. Just like a predictor and its prey. Maxwell is going to be mine, from this moment on, she thought with a smile. She can't wait to be in his arms. What would it be like to be beside him. She started dreaming without sleeping."what is that smile on your face?"Becca glared at her from the corner of her eye. Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the

“I’m done.” “Letty!” Dad calls, but another cough cuts him off, sharp and pained. I slam my door, leaning against it, tears spilling over. The contract’s in my bag, Noah’s voice echoing: You’re a means to an end. I slide to the floor, the memory of Mom and Dad on opening day flashing, smiling, proud, with me clutching a mango lassi. I can’t let them lose it, but I can’t lose myself either. I tossed around restless, trying to sleep but I just couldn't close my eyes and dream away. I toss all night, the contract haunting me like a ghost. Finally, before I knew it I fell asleep as the dawn shone through my window.

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

My room. I heard Osagiede's voice. She sounded like she was castigating someone. That meant someone else was in my room. I suddenly felt a sense of dejavu, remembering when I had been in this same position, like an outsider --- an eavesdropper looking in on from outside. On both occasions, they were not good. I crept closer anyway, tray of food in hand and my heart beating frantically. The voices stopped, and I wondered if she had stopped talking, but then they picked up again.

I stood up, my head banging in pain. How long have I been asleep? My thoughts were interrupted when Yvonne came in, “Thelma, you can’t believe what I just overheard?” I raised my brow in confusion. Why does this sound familiar, my body shook at the thought of it being a dejavu. Then she repeated the gesture, the gesture from my dream and that was when it clicked. I remembered it all. The memories and the pains screaming deep into my soul. “I am reborn!” I whispered in shock, I took the calender beside my bed checking the date, “Jan 5,2020.” I exclaimed in shock.

Jade Pov After what I went through I couldn't trust anyone nor even my mates or kids. All I feel is delusional nothing seemed real for me. I can't trust anyone or anything around me, I was laying in a hospital bed staring at the ceiling. Ric is the one rescued me that's what all told me but how did he found that I was there? When no one can find me? Last night I was screaming for help but no one came, so I assume this is another dream I am having about my damn rescue which never gonna happen

Swoosh! I released the final threads of space-time magic. When Drex opened his eyes again, the world would be different. I would be back in my own dimension, and he would wake up in his apartment, trapped in a loop that had reset to the morning—a morning where the memory of an assistant manager named Elea Jemimia would slowly fade from the minds of everyone around him. Only in the quietest depths of his heart might he continue to wonder about the elf who had briefly graced his life. Farewell, Drex.