Novel & Cerita Dreaming Bird

Something a shifter learns when they are young to ignore, mostly. Ignoring everything around her, Yolanda began the arming of the device in a section of young trees. They’d checked their location several times. The lands of the Dream Realm reflected that of the other realm, but it was a mishmash of what the land looked like at different times. With buildings long gone in their reality, still existed within the Dream Realm, and that included the trees and lands. But one thing never appeared here. There were no insects or birds. But nightmare-type creatures hunted each other, and those that visited the Dream Realm.

She couldn’t find any, so she kept swimming closer. She finally stopped swimming closer when she discovered the thing that was glowing. She was frightened by the enormous sleeping bird that was curled up into a ball. The bird was a mixture of red, yellow, and white. Its’ wings were made of fire. She wondered how the bird could be underwater when it was made of fire.

But had I actually been more exhausted than I thought I was? The insistent chirping of birds outside the window of the room dragged me from the clutches of slumber. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in my hands. The dream, vivid yet frustratingly elusive, still clung to the edges of my consciousness. It had been a collection of symbols in harmony, a cryptic message delivered in a voice that resonated with the otherworldly hum of the full moon.

The birds from my dream. An icy shiver raced down his spine. Panic struck his brain as he took up the drawing of the black birds he’d sketched earlier from the bed. There was no mistake—these were the birds from his dream. He stared into the red eyes of the three black birds and started walking towards the window, eyes fixed on them, body trembling.

SERAPHINA’S POV Falling is anything but how it is depicted in dreams. I've had occasional dreams where I'd become a bird, soaring through the sky and feeling the wind in my feathers. There are also those dreams where I'd fall freely through the air, only to crash into my bed and wake up. I’d guessed that it’d be faintly similar to the real thing - not that I ever thought I’d have to check it myself just to be sure. But boy, was I fucking wrong.

In my dream, I found myself gazing up at the sky, and that’s when I saw it—a cardinal bird, with its plumage a striking shade of red, soaring gracefully through the air. The sun shone down on it, making each feather shimmer and gleam, as if it were a precious jewel. The bird then landed on top of an old tree, with its branches stretching out in all directions. From there, it surveyed the forest below, as if keeping a watchful eye over everything.

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

More like someone walking by, or a bird with suspiciously blue eyes flying over me. I was snapped out of my thoughts by my mother pushing me by my shoulder. “Let’s go, Dee.” She looks at me from the corner of her eye as we slowly shuffle forward. “What were you thinking about?” She asks. I shake my head. “I just had a weird dream the other day is all. Having a hard time getting it off my mind.” I feel her fingers tighten around my shoulder, and I look at her. Her face looks pinched, like she’s trying not to let me see some emotion.

The sound of trains passing old rusted railways trumpeted the air. It was a sound which she was sure could scare birds or even scarecrows away in fright except that there were hardly no birds in sight and for a second she fleetingly wondered if birds as free as they were, ever dreamt of never having to get scared over little sounds and even if they did, did they ever dream that day would come through before they died. "I don't have any dream.” her voice came out so quietly yet it brought him out of his oblivion. He turned to look at her, watching her tuck her hair behind her ears, intertwining her fingers

Each bird had a handful of silver curved feathers on its head that looked like a small moon. When I raised my head to look at them, they also looked at me in the same way, their eyes were full of spiritual light, and from time to time they let out a pleasant chirp, and the sound of the breeze blowing leaves connected together, as if it was the exclusive rhythm song of this silvery forest. The previous dream world in my mind and the environment here overlap, but this time there is something different, this time the dream world seems to appear more clear and real, and more beautiful.