Novel & Cerita Dreaming Of People You Know

Still, I was hoping to talk about it with someone when I fell into a fitful sleep. The next day, I found myself sitting with my friend Lee at our favorite coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the soothing ambiance offered the perfect setting to share my dream with him. "Hey, Lee," I began tentatively, "I had the most vivid dream last night. I went back to my former pack, and Brad was there." Lee raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Tell me more about it." I took a deep breath and recounted the dream in detail, how I met Brad in the forest, the emotions I felt, and the wise figure that appeared to guide me.

What did he know that I didn't? “Please, I need to understand. Why do these dreams seem so real? Who are you? Where did you come from?” I drop our hands down, taking a step away from him. “Why am I so… connected to you.” I whisper the last part, clenching and unclenching my hands desperately.

Their eyes met Ethan's once again, as if silently asking for permission to delve into the depths of his dream. Ethan's heart quickened with curiosity. His parents had always been a source of wisdom and guidance, and he trusted them to unravel the mysteries of his subconscious. "What does it mean, Mom? Dad? Why did I dream of a different life, a different version of myself?" Ashley reached across the table, her hand gently covering Ethan's, her touch comforting and reassuring. "Ethan, my dear," she began, her voice tender and loving. "Dreams have a way of revealing hidden truths and desires. Some times, they offer glimpses into alternate paths we might have taken or shed light on the parts of

I raised my brow in confusion. “What in the hell is going on?” I said to myself but I obviously said it louder than I meant to. “What do you mean what’s going on?” “I had a dream like that last night as well. I could see around me and hear someone talking to me, no one else was there though.” “Did you figure out who it was talking to you?” I nodded unsure if I wanted to tell him that it was him. “Did you know them or was it some random person?”

He walked towards the door and started to make his way out when I turned around and called out to him. “Damien?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow of curiosity for what I had to say to him. “I think I know why you look so familiar now,” I said, not sure why I even felt the need to tell him about it. “Since I got out of the hospital, I have had dreams. They don’t always stick with me, but I do remember some faces from the dreams. I think I’ve seen you in one of them.” “I think that’s great,” he expressed with a proud smile. “If you keep going and keep grasping at everything, you can tell me what happened and how you really got into this accident, okay?”

a dream can be a vision of what might be. Maybe your dream was telling you something. Maybe it was telling you about what you want, and what you need." Tela looked at me, and her eyes were shining. "You think so?" she said. "I do," I said. "I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will love you and who will run with you through fields of flowers. I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will be there for you, through good times and bad. And I'm the person, the right one for you.

"I've been having strange dreams." I went completely still. It was like she reached inside my head and pulled out my own thoughts. "What kind?" I asked. My voice was quiet. She turned to me then. Her eyes were serious. "The kind where there are people I know but can't name." She paused, then went on. "A feeling more than images, mostly." She looked at me sideways, like she was trying to gauge something. "Do you ever have that?" My heart gave a weird thud. All the time. "Sometimes," I said carefully.

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

However, the fact that she had dreamt the same thing still puzzled me. “What does it mean when someone and I share the same dream?” I asked. His eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t know; it could mean a lot of things. Diana would know better. We could meet her tomorrow.” I bit my lip, feeling dissatisfied that I didn’t get the answer I was looking for, “Alright, Tomorrow then.” A wave of dizziness suddenly washed over me, prompting a yawn from me that spread to Liam. My eyelids suddenly grew heavy as I struggled to stay awake. I was certain it was the alcohol.

Dreams are recurring and exactly like watching a movie where the scenes in it are predictable. "He already knows you, he must be around you, Esme." "Who recognizes me?" "Your mate, be ready."