Dreams Telling The Future Novels & Stories

Unbelievable. Sighing, he turned and looked over at him. He shrugged. “Okay—you know those fantastic tales of me being able to read minds that were going around a few years ago?” Brody nodded. Dom pinched the bridge of his nose with his latex-covered fingers. “They’re not that far off. I can communicate by thought with some—well, I’ve only ever come across five others...”

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"

The lock screen clock tells her it’s 8. It takes 45 minutes to reach, very few people arrive at this time. She reaches her cubicle and sets down her bag. Turning on the computer she opens chrome again and types - ‘What do recurring dreams mean?’ She fervently scrolled up and her eyes caught one snippet of an article: ‘Recurring dreams often tell you the future.’ Her ears started ringing. Future? What kind of future does her dream entail? The images, the scenarios that momentarily gripped her with fear and anxiety. The dream that she had since 16, the one that did not show her any pattern, the one where she never heard anyone’s voice but filled with horrific images that made her scream awake

she whispered, pulling me tighter. “A terrible nightmare. I woke up, and you were gone, and there was a storm over the ocean. Some black shadow man made me disappear into the wind,” her voice came out rushed as she gripped me tighter. “What happened? Tell me everything.” Her words had my body stiffen as she explained the story to the very last detail. My fists tightened, angry that I could not even protect her from a dream. Dreams are held in high regard in the supernatural and Celestial world. They can predict the future, have deeper meanings or another god could send a message, even to other gods.

She stared blankly at me for a second before her mouth dropped open and stayed that way until I finished placing my history book in my locker. She finally spoke after what seemed like forever, but it came out as a small whisper, “Shut-up! You had another dream! Like the other mojo one? What happened?” She demanded. I faced her full on after I shut my locker. “Nothing really. This one was really stupid and I doubt it would ever happen like my ‘mojo ones’.” I let some sarcasm seep into my voice at the end of the sentence. “Yeah, but if it’s not a stupid one, it could mean something or tell the future like your last ones. Tell me!” She begged.

Logan asked instantly. "My Lord, sometimes the subconscious is just the fruit of dreams, and messages about what will happen in the future. Sometimes things that are bad in the subconscious, will turn into very good things in the real world. No one can ever know what will happen in the future, apart from our own efforts."

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

Her mother drew closer to her and whispered to her hearing"Maya had a dream about you. You were stabbed in the dream. So tell me exactly what happened. Don't be afraid" Damn! Not her sister's dream! Her mother believes so much in Maya's dream. She smiled at her mother as she tried to talk to her. It won't be easy but she had to take advantage of what was happening to make an excuse. Maya has always had a special gift of seeing the future or whatever just happened. She remembered vividly how Maya would wake up in the middle of the night with cries calling out on their father. She told them she dreamt their father was stabbed and shot by some dangerous men.

he patted her cheeks. "Maybe you could see my death," "No, stop it," she retorted. Aadhiyan chuckled. "I am afraid already, don't add fuel to the fire. I'm already getting weird dreams," she uttered without having a thought, "You didn't say it to me!" Aadhiyan narrowed his eyes. "What did you see? Tell me," he urged seeing her wavering face. Rathi thought he'll find it anyway so telling him was the best. "I told you right I always see something related to my future but this time, I saw something from the past," she revealed but didn't said another dream.

"Faster than Papa expected. Sometimes I wake up and the entire cottage is covered in flowers that weren't there when I went to sleep. Or I have dreams that come true the next day in ways that are too specific to be coincidence." _*]:min-w-0"> "What kind of dreams?" _*]:min-w-0"> "Last week I dreamed about Juliana crying in a wedding dress. Three days later, her parents announced her arranged engagement." I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. "I saw Otto attacking someone in the dining hall before it happened. Saw Ronan's mother's death even though it occurred before I was born." _*]:min-w-0"> "You're seeing the past and future." _*]:min-w-0">