Granting You A Dreamlike Life Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but let those mixed happy and sad tears stream down my face. "If only my reality could be as enchanting as the dream, where every moment feels like a magical theme. If only it could be a tapestry of wonder and awe, where beauty and joy are what I constantly drew. If only my reality could be a canvas of endless possibilities, where my hearts is free and filled with tranquility." Sad! Damn I want more of this kinda dream! THE END.

You deserve more. Ely, my dearest Ely. Please, live. Live your life to the fullest. Be happy. Live. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me, and maybe in another life, we’ll meet again. In another life, where the world isn’t so cruel, my dream—you—I’ll be blessed to live. -Cade’

Not to mention receiving it all at once. My mind flew far and wide at the possibilities. With thirty million, most of my problems would be solved. I may never have to work again. I could even travel to another country, one that doesn’t know me as well and start a new life there. I could live lavishly for all my life. So many possibilities floated in and out of my head, but out of all the images that followed, one stood out the most to me - my core ambition. A dream which I had grown too weathered in harsh reality to believe I would reach at this stage in my life.

She said expectly and I rolled my eyes " Nothing, life is just normal no new thing toy with or put interest too" I said plainly, my expression could show how boring I find this topic to be. " This is you, indirectly saying that you've not found any scholarship program on the internet". "You know me too well" I chuckled and leaned on her while she pushed me away putting on a disgusting face. " I've told you a number of times that those things aren't real the are all fake, scammers looking for people to scam. Don't be a victim because I won't sympathize with you".

I turned to Mary, feeling a surge of warmth in my chest as I admired the way her eyes sparkled in the soft starlight. "You know, Mary," I began, my voice soft and contemplative, "I've always dreamt of traveling the world, exploring new cultures and experiencing life to the fullest. What about you? What are your dreams for the future?" Mary's gaze turned thoughtful, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on my hand. "I've always been drawn to the idea of creating a haven for those in need, a sanctuary where people can heal and find solace. It's a dream I've carried with me for as long as I can remember."

Crystal We all have big dreams—dreams we hope will come true, dreams that can change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can change our lives too. Right now, I’m living in my nightmare. Every day I wake up wondering, what’s next for me? Ever since I stood at the altar and said yes, my life has spiraled into chaos. And it’s something I have to live with.

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.

She was my best friend after all. “Okay, let me start again. I get this dream from time to time about a woman and a unicorn and an elf and a fairy.” I went on explaining the dream as I had to Josh. I described every one of them to her and as I did, I could see it all in my mind. When I got to the end where they all turn to welcome the stranger, I caught my first ever glimpse of him. His long, dark brown hair perfectly reflected the sun as it shined. His complexion was even and tan, almost like Laylan's perfect skin tone. But his eyes! His eyes were breathtaking! Warm brown rimmed beautiful blue eyes with dark lashes that lined them, making them stand out.

Something that will endure for as long as the stars in the sky do. I despise having beautiful dreams about you, Cloud. I despise it because it makes us look like everything we aren't in real life. In my dreams, you claim me as your own and infuse my life with a vibrant array of colors. All you say in my dreams is "I love you," and you do all of the things that make my heart skip a beat in real life. I despise dreaming about you because it reminds me of how much I wished to be with you; however, our time together has passed and you are no longer here. These dreams only serve to instill false hopes in me that I am yours, before jolting me back to reality, where "You and I" can never be - which

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.