Novel & Cerita Dreams From My Father

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

When her father realized Nora was not going to speak, he asked, " What was your dream this time? Is it about the same man? Is your dream the same one you have been having for the past three years?" Her father bombarded her with questions in a deep voice with a frown on his face. " Yes and No" Nora replied, her father running her fingers through her hair. " What do you mean by yes and no?" her father queried as his frown deepened. " It is the same man but this time the dream was different. The man in my dream was in great pain and his cry for help was urgent. In all the dreams, the faces of the two other men were unclear, but this time I saw the faces of the two brutes", she announced.

Not going forward or backward, just stuck in the same place. When I finally dared to dream, my father put an end to my dream by using me in exchange for a debt that I know nothing about. My dream was to work my ass off, travel to different countries, and explore many cultures. Maybe, I would know what it feels like to be set free from my cage. "Here," Xavier handed me his phone, jolting me out of the thoughts that I was lost in. I stared at the phone in his hands before glancing at him.

i had a dream, I saw my father,he was sitting next to me at the couch like he usually while he was still alive. "Father I miss you so much. Things have not been the same ever since you went away. It feels lonely without you here with me." I cried. My father did not respond, he only smiled. And then suddenly a dark shadow came from behind me,my father looked at it, his smile turned to a frown. I turned my back and saw a woman,with only a face,no eyes,no mouth or nose. She had a gunshot wound on her stomach and on her forehead. I woke up from the dream in fear, I was trembling.

A screams tores through me as I hear and feel my skin pierced by him. I wake with a jolt on my bed. It was still dark outside. I glanced to my right, at the digital clock on my night table. 3:00 a.m. I straightened up in bed. My body aching due to the position I didn't move from. Perspiration covered my brow and chest. I was still wearing what I put on that morning after my shower. Throwing the covers off me, I sit on the edge of the bed, my arms on either side of me holding for dear life to the edge too. I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated on bringing my heartbeat back to normal. That was the worst nightmare I had ever had. My own father was eating, bleeding me to death. I knew h

I didn’t know my father had this soft side in him after all. “By the way, papa, what was your dream about? Why did you come rushing here for it?” I wanted to know how bad my father’s thoughts about my state were. How bad was it that he lost some sleep and food over some nightmares about me?... “I-It’s nothing, Dahlly… You know how old people are… They have a lot of worries…” “Go ahead, papa. You can tell me about it. It might help you to talk a little about your worries…”

- his father has always been an arrogant jerk, so that made him afraid of being a father like him. - well, my father was always an arrogant jerk too, he used to sleep every night crying, because of the pain of the stands or the words. Until one day I realized that living on the street was better than living under a roof with him. But this did not make me afraid of being a father, on the contrary, my dream is to be a father, to be better than him, to be the father that I did not have. But each trauma reacts in different ways. On the other hand, you shouldn't repress yourself from your dreams for fear of anyone.

" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face.

she pauses and a man with black hair and midnight blue eyes leans into the light, my father looks haggard, but I know it is him. “Mom! Dad! Are you really alive? Where are you?” I cry. The tears roll down my cheeks and I feel their wetness, taste the salt, but I don’t care…I can’t get any closer, and actually feel myself fading back. “NO!!! I don’t want to go yet!” “Sweetheart, train, embrace your power, stay safe. If you seek us, do not try it alone!” my father says as I am sucked out of the dream link and sit up on my bed in my darkened bedroom.

I know that man. I've seen his face in my dreams, thousands of times before. But they were just dreams, this is, whatever this is. Why would he be here? Does that mean he is real? I don’t even know if this ghost walk thing is real, so perhaps I am just dreaming. He looks like I remember. Black hair, pale skin, golden eyes. In my dreams, he would smile at me and tell me he loved me. In my dreams, I called him Daddy. But they were just that, dreams. I don’t have a father. He was just a well concocted figment of my childlike imagination. He only existed to ease my suffering when I was young and weak. I never actually saw this man for real. Because he isn’t real. This isn’t real. I dreamed him u