Novel & Cerita Dreamers Poem

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

I sighed, stood, and walked over to him. “Dummy, I’m trying to figure out how to take Victor down.”

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

The view was so mesmerizing. Si-ri took the lantern from Min-ho, started to write her wish, and asked Min-ho to write his wish on the lantern. “I don’t have any wishes.” Min-ho shrugged. “It's not right. Our desires are one of those powers that make us feel alive. To dream is like breathing. No dream or desire is like wandering and living life aimlessly in a monotonous way. Dare to dream, there is no limitation on what you can potentially achieve, except for the boundation you choose to impose on your imagination. Set yourself free like a bird in the sky of ambitions, dreams and desires and let yourself soak in the light of accomplishment and failures.”

How do you savor the night in its humid cloak of stars? Where are the clocks that tell us we’ll never be archaic? Inside your guerilla flame you sleep and somehow you are free with all but the dream of cockatoos and Lake Sebu. The moment I picture in my mind that dogs can fly because you close your eyes, your lips against a womanly mirage, you are your own moment. I am amazed by your peace and sleep and your breathing squarely in the quiet air.

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

The Forgotten Mate 1. The Masquerade Rejection. Dreams are elusive, fleeting moments of solace that transport us to a realm untouched by the hardships of reality. In my dreams, I find refuge. I am a child again, innocent and carefree, surrounded by the warmth of my family's love. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and bask in the joy that once filled our humble home. But dreams, no matter how vivid, always fade away. And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave.

I wanted to heal lives and cause people to marvel at what an epitome of a masterpiece of art that I truly was. I am the Dreamer Girl; The Dream Elixir; an escape from this cruel, harsh world. I dream that in this world, I can make a mighty, recognizable change. This world is supposed to be free, full of love and a paradise in it's own axis and I wish to be that elixir that would give people the hope that good dreams still do exist and they happen to people.

Still unsigned. She didn’t even wait to go inside. Standing on her apartment steps in the warm afternoon sun, she unfolded it with trembling fingers. You look for freedom in places you once felt safe— in clinics, in crowds, in borrowed laughter. But have you ever asked the wind why it returns to the sea? Or the stars why they wait for the dark? You are not a girl meant for cages. Not for golden rings or glass castles. You are wildfire beneath silk. You are every unspoken dream I never dared to write—until now.