Dreams Telling The Future Novels & Stories

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

I returned the hug and pulled away, smoothing the hair from her face. “I am fine, don’t worry, it was only a nightmare.” I consoled her. Sometimes I forgot how young she really was and with everything going on, it made sense that she would be having nightmares, it was a little unnerving that the only other person to receive messages from the future saw my death. “But what if…” “You only get prophecies from listening to the wind, not dreams.” I reminded her. “You should get some rest.” I told her as I kissed her forehead.

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

She let herself be at peace for a moment. Rosa thought "Maybe after a power nap I will feel better and energized, after that I will get up and look for help. Or maybe just maybe I hope all of this is a dream and I just need to wake up. How I wish it were all a dream! If it is one I wish somebody would wake me up now. I can't differentiate between reality and fantasy.

Mom smirks at me and says, “It’s not going to be that exciting, Kai.” “I know little of your past, mom. I just want to know a little bit.” She sighs, “So, the visions are kind of tricky. Sometimes they are of the past or the future. As you get more of them, you’ll figure out how to decipher the differences between the past and future. The past typically shows you something that you’re missing and you need to learn or fix, and the future helps provide you with hints on how to make it better.” “I saw multiple visions. I think it was both.”

Khali opened it up, and a message came from Sherlock. Sherlock sent you a link for today, May 15, 2021, at 21:27. He sent it through Moments Apps. He created the message on August 28, 2019, at 22:14. There is no other message shown but a link. Khali clicked the link and took her into the browser. Precognition (from the Latin prae-, "before" and cognition, "acquiring knowledge"), also called prescience, future vision, or future sight is a claimed psychic ability to see events in the future.

I took a deep breath, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “I think I have a gift from the Moon Goddess,” I said slowly. “I can… see things. The future.” For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Nikolai scoffed. “What do you mean, see the future?” I clenched my fists, trying not to get frustrated. “I mean, I’ve been having visions. Things that haven’t happened yet, but they feel real. And then they do happen.” Cole frowned. “You’ve seen something happen before it did?”

Was I just being absent minded, ignorant or simply unaware? "I can't invoke to see the future because It àlways comes without warnings. It shows me what is going to happen any time soon in the future when I didn't call for it. It could come as a dream, a premonition during the daylight or any time when I least expect it. It always just set in without warnings but I am glad I got accustomed to it and now I can control it better without freaking out by the things I see," she explained but I was still curious.

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I tried to understand what he was saying. “Tell me what you know.” “Ask me what you want to know,” he instead said. “What did you see about the future?” “Way back on my fifth birthday, I had a dream. It was my mom, my dad, my brother, and everyone from my pack was lying on the ground bathed with their blood. None of them were breathing.” I did not see it coming. “Why?”