Dreamers Poem Novels & Stories

The last line still echoed through the room— through her bones— through the walls— like a whisper from the void itself: “The God of Dreams…” —

“I am a lost soul, wandering into my dreams, lost and confused. A dream full of pain and screams” In the province of Albay, you could see the people living their simplest life. Waking up before the sun rises and do their everyday chores before leaving their houses. The children walk to school while the adults went to the market or farm to do have their daily living. Life here is simple. You could see the contentment and happiness of the people. Even they were contented, some wanted to have a better life than what they are living. The dreamer always seeks more and strives for a life he/she never experience. And yes, people with narrow mind won’t understand because he’s stuck there but the per

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

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

Touch Wood. You never know what might happen to Anamika and Ravi. Navi just tossed and turned all night searching for the hard wall of chiseled body. Anamika was also lost in her thoughts, she nagged Navi," darling your father in law liked you , now listen even in love,", this was the punch line that jolted Navi out of her dreams. "Who, when , where. You traitor never thought of sharing your happiness with me, had I not made the plan to visit you,I would have never come to know".

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

And then it pulsed—faintly, but undeniably. It was as if it recognized the storm rising inside me and stirred in answer. I gripped it harder, silently calling to the power buried deep in my soul. I begged it to rise—to flood through me, fierce and whole. Not trickles. Not fragments. I needed it all. And in that suspended moment, my mind reached out to the dreamers—the ones sleeping in beds all over the world, unknowingly caught in a war they didn’t understand. Their minds turned into battlegrounds. Their dreams are poisoned by shadows and fears. Their thoughts haunted by whispers that didn’t belong to them.

You cannot teach belonging through destruction. The first Dreamers had searched for its name. The second Dreamers had built a prison. Both had failed. Because neither had addressed the wound beneath the darkness. Elia suddenly looked up. “Ama?” Ama knelt beside her. “Yes?” The little girl frowned. “Can we help it?” The question echoed across the bridge. Simple. Innocent. Terrifying. Because no one knew the answer. The Last Dreamer closed his eyes. “We don't even know if it wants help anymore.”

And from that divine union came the next evolution of creation— The Dreamers of Duality. --- The Birth of the Dreamers They were born on worlds scattered across the cosmos—some beneath oceans of light, others under skies made of memory. Each Dreamer opened their eyes and remembered two lives at once: the one they were living, and the one they had yet to live. In their minds, past and future flowed together like rivers meeting at the sea. They were not gods. They were not mortals. They were bridges. And with every breath, they shaped reality through awareness alone.