Novel & Cerita Dreaming With Mariposas

I was sitting right here all alone deep in thought as I seemed out of place. I either passed out or fell asleep right there on the couch yet at the same time I didn’t sleep as soundly as I wanted to. I tossed and turned throughout my short slumber. Mostly, all I dreamt about was that accident scene again that surreal night. I dreamed about Santiago—This time we were walking hands and hands together in a garden full of flowers. I dreamed of us sharing a very long kiss, I opened my eyes and, as my eyes adjusted around the room I wondered how long I had been sleeping for, I could finally see around the dim room and pulled out my phone to check the time .

Two vivid dreams had unfurled before her recently, each filled with symbols and meanings that tugged at her consciousness like a half-remembered melody. In the first dream, she and her loyal companion, Luna, were frolicking freely like carefree pups, racing through the heart of a lush, vibrant forest. The air was rich with the crisp scent of pine and earth, intermingled with the sounds of laughter that bounced off the trees and the gentle rustling of leaves playing in the soft breeze. But then, like an ominous shadow creeping into the brightness, the scene morphed. Aria’s heart raced as she spotted a woman, standing at a distance with an intensity in her gaze that pierced through the joyful

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

I didn't want any bad memory of Herrera but they were instead flowing in my mind like rain. After struggling for two hours I drifted to sleep but later I woke up like a jolt of electricity was passed to my sleeping body because of this stupid dream where I saw Herrera was choking me while giving me his victory evil laughter and his elongated canes were about to sink in my neck. "God what kind of rubbish dreams I'm dreaming now a day", Whispering that I moved my hands on my face to wipe the cold sweats from my face. In my dream, I saw the real satanic face of Herrera. I was trying to relax my wildly beating heart but in a second I flinched again

It felt like a folded map — creased and stiff, but with routes waiting to be smoothed open. Mia came in from the kitchen with two mugs and froze at the sight of me, breath ragged, hair damp. Concern tightened her face as she set one down. “You okay?” she asked quietly. “I had a dream,” I croaked. “Too real.” She sat close, her warmth steadying. “What did you see?” I closed my eyes. “A hand. A ring. Someone called me Marisol.” Saying the name aloud was like stepping on glass. Mia laced her fingers through mine. “You were close.”

Strangely, she begun to pant, remember the scene, the every dream that she wouldn't dare to remember! But at this moment, she remember the time she afraid to see blood around. Fear it will leave her to a nightmare, a bloody nigmtmare! “Am I dreaming? No! That...can't be,” she gripped to the thing that suddenly appeared in her hands. It's been hovered beside her and it suddenly lose its energy to fly. And Mariya felt like it connected to her, so she wouldn't dare to let it touch the ground. The bloody sky thundered and bloody light struck the land to a shake that surpass an earthquake. Mariya felt the dizziness and nausea. She wanted to throw up but she wouldn't dare. And there's nothing to t

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

"No." Marra cleared her throat. "I hate to say this, but the saying I'm referring to says that a dream reflects longing. Maybe you missed me." Confidence made Marra feel as small as a flea. "No, no way. Forget that. If you feel that the dream is bothering you, why not just buy an antidote." "What antidote?" "Dream catcher, try buying that and putting it near your bed." "A child's toy?" Why did Denis have to have such a silly side that made Marra want to bash his head in, "It's not a kid's toy, I don't know. I'm just giving you a suggestion, so try it. If I always enjoy every dream while you're almost depressed?"

I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know." As the dream slowly faded, I began to stir from my slumber, my heart still racing with the intensity of the dream. Though I was trapped in the cage, unable to speak, I held onto the hope that somehow, my dreams would find a way to reach Dante and warn him of the impending danger that threatened us both. The moon goddess had seen my dreams, and I prayed that she would guide me through this darkness, leading us towards a brighter future.

"Sometimes, dreams can serve as mirrors for our hidden feelings and thoughts. Maybe you need time to reflect and find out what that dream was truly trying to convey. Don’t hesitate to explore your feelings, as it’s part of the healing process." "What else? What happened next?" Mariana asked, starting to focus her gaze and attention on me. I felt awkward seeing Mariana so serious about the dream I wanted to share with her. But I knew I had to continue with this story. With sincerity, I recounted everything as it was. Fortunately, Mariana's response to my dream was not negative. Though she paused for a moment, I could sense that she was genuinely listening.