Dreaming Of People You Know 소설 & 이야기

He looked at me and said, "I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against him. He's the one you want." "Don't say that to me. You have Celia." "Right.... Celia." Somehow, in the middle of our conversation, we both drifted off to sleep on the couch. I dreamt about the same person I've been dreaming about for about 2 months. I guess it's true that you dream about the people who you spend lots of time with.

At its center was a small, luminous gem, like a fragment of the moon itself, pulsing with gentle light. She placed it gently in my hand. “This will connect us,” she said. “Through it… you will never truly be alone.” I swallowed, the taste of iron on my tongue. “And… them?” I asked quietly. “…the people I...” “You may reach them,” she said. “Through their dreams.” My heart stuttered. “You can enter the dreams of those you are deeply connected to.”

This particular dream featured Alec and Kade. I was dreaming about a girl, a girl I had never met before. She sure seemed to know me. She was yelling at me, but I felt no danger from her. 'Clean your damn ears out and start listening to me', she yelled. Followed by, 'Quit fighting Alec and Kade, stupid. They belong to you.' While it was an interesting dream, I couldn't see it changing anything. It was simply a reflection of my subconscious, telling me what I wanted to hear.

I am now officially off my bed rest so they is no need for Lydia to always be around, Kim promised to come visit I just can't wait for her to come. I have been having weird dreams about a particular warrior of the moon goddess they are two warriors that are the moon goddess warriors they are the rarest of their kind. In this dream I always find my self in a place where a woman keep telling me to hold on tight and stand strong, those are the only words she say to me that I can understand. She says other words which I can quite pick out what she is saying but it is always the same words everytime I have these dreams I don't even understand it or know how to explain it.

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and over again. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, there

Razel and I woke up from a terrible dream at the same time, sweating and breathing heavily. We sat up in our respective beds, gasping for air, our hearts still racing with fear. It had been a long time since we shared such a vivid dream. But this time, it was about the same person - Ezra. Razel spoke first, "I had a dream about Ezra. In my dream, he was looking at us as we were sleeping. It was a very eerie feeling."

— Of course, everyone thinks you're cute. — I don't want to know what everyone thinks, I want to know what you think! — I already said, I think you're beautiful, and after I dreamed about you, I… — it's not possible! Did I hear that? — What? Did you dream about me?

Whoever was waking me up, I tried to push him away, “Go! Let me sleep!” “Wake up, Kiara. You need to wake up!” This person was persistent. “Please. He rarely visits me in my dreams. At least let me spend some time with him in peace. Don’t do that.” I hope the man could hear pleading in my voice. “Kiara. The one you are dreaming about is me! Wake up! it's not your king Noah who is tingling you!” “Shut the f*ck up. Get lost!” I again tried to push the hand back when I went still. How did the person know what I was dreaming about? I never told anything about tingling. Did I?