Dreams Lie Beneath Novels & Stories

he said as he strolled across the three-step space to the floor-level stuck out spring mattress, tucked his journal beneath the pillow on his side of the ruffled bed before continuing, "he was rebuked by his father and brothers because of those dreams." He now leaned on the ever humid wall which contributed to the stale air of the windowless underground basement, pocketed his hands in his grey striving-clean Burberry imprinted hoodie, and lifted his azure orbs to the flickering 7 Watt LED bulb above their heads. The poor thing tried its best to illuminate the tiny dim room for as long as he could remember and reckoned it was time to retire.

Was it a dream? ***

"No worries. She really acts like that when she's sleepy. Some things never change, right, Khione?" Xielle’s grip tightened on her phone. Khione. The name felt like a bruise. Only people from her past called her that, and hearing it from him felt like a violation. She didn't offer him a response. Without a word, she stood up and walked toward the dressing area to change into her shoot wardrobe, leaving him standing there with his "leading man" smile. The concept was "Midnight Romance." The set was draped in dark ivy and deep purple roses—a garden that looked beautiful but felt suffocating.

I dream of confusion, of tangled stories, of the chipping, grinding, carving of stones. In my dreams, I hear low rumbling growls and high pitched howling, see full moons and glittering constellations. I see Layla and Arnold holding a tiny bear cub, and Sarah and Nash riding enormous white bears into the sky. I smell Jasper beside me, feel a new claiming mark hot against my skin. I’m the first one to awake. My dream is still lingering in the front of my mind. And it gives me an idea.

That was enough to convey the feelings in her heart. *Dreams are believed to be an unravelling of the subconscious. That is what humans believe in, and it is no surprise that you do too. You aren’t to be blamed for disregarding something as unclear as that. After all, how could a newbie who does not fully understand the world of Beastmen be expected to know about stars. Not even all veterans know about stars, much less a kid. You are being too hard on yourself. Also, I doubt your worry has to do with that part of the dream. You are more worried about what she said after, aren’t you*

Up close, Daniel smelled like money and cold mornings, expensive coffee and a smile you didn’t trust. “Because you’re in the right place,” he said. “Because you need to see, not just feel. And because, honestly, discretion’s overrated.” Lila clenched her jaw. “What do you want from me?” He shrugged, almost lazy. “I want the truth. I want the board to remember people died for their greed. But most of all? I want people to understand what Lucien’s protecting.” She glared. “You’re using my father’s death like it’s just one more chess piece.”

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

I breathe, even though I shouldn't. His lips find mine, fierce and full of longing, like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy his hunger. I kiss him back with everything in me, pouring in years of loneliness, pain, and silent dreams I never dared to speak aloud. My clothes vanish. He undress my clothes Skin meets skin, and he moves above me with slow intensity, groaning low as he sinks into me. My breath catches. The world fades. It's just us. Dante and Carina. A billionaire and a waitress. A man with everything and a girl with nothing.

I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath the surface.

"It's just a dream. The Barren is dry." Darius shakes his head. "It only looks dry. The river still runs through underground caverns beneath layers of poisoned rocks. You see goodness can never be destroyed, only hidden. So Ludovico, working with the dreamers ..." "He what?" I say, thinking I must have misheard. "He worked with the dreamers? The ones who dream this place from the inside? That makes no sense." Darius holds up a finger, "Remember ... irrationality. The dreamers have no allegiance. They pass no judgment. Perhaps Ludovico promised them the sacrifices, new dreamers to join their ranks. Perhaps they just thought our world needed a change. I don't know."