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I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

May they too reach you in peak. But it doesn’t happen real cheap. You have to pay a big price, I repeat. I repeat. You are sane. Insanity is society that doesn’t see a dream, that doesn’t value dreams. Wow! You are the only free. See dreams while you wake. You create. You make.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

'I cannot believe that Frederick finally becomes my boyfriend. This is such a dream come true!' Laura closed her bedroom door and then danced like a princess with her red dress. She imagined dancing with Frederick like Cinderella and Prince Charles. Laura was dizzy after dancing and circling. She finally fell on her bed and looked at the ceiling. She fantasized wearing a white gown dress on her wedding with Frederick. Just only fantasizing about that could make her beaming. Laura took her phone from her purse and opened the gallery. She wanted to upload her picture with Frederick on her Instagram and announced to everyone that she was in a relationship with the man whom he loved for the last

I suddenly felt like Eddie Murphy in Coming to America. You know the film he acted when he took up the character as a prince? Yup! That one. I expected the familiar tightness to settle itself in my chest, but, nothing. I tried to summon it, but it still didn't come. Euphoria swept through me. I was free -- free to reign as the next king. Finally! I would not let my father down. I would not let his great memory go down the drain. I would definitely not let my mother down either, she who had brought me up with so much love. She showed me how to care for others. She was the reason I was still alive.

-I want to be happy but with you. I opened my eyes and looked at him. What had he said, did he hear me, how, why? Then I remembered that Jay dreamed and that I could tell him things I would hear in his dreams, while he slept. So he listened to what I said. It was a good way for us to communicate. At least Jay would know what I was thinking. -I want to think we'll get back together," I told him, "I promise I'll fight with everything I have to find a way out. But if there isn't, I promise I'll set you free.