Romans & histoires House Falling Apart Dream

I saw myself walk away from her, heard the sound of her quiet sobbing through the bedroom door, felt the weight of my own cowardice pressing down like a stone. The medication pulled me deeper, and the dreams became fragments—broken pieces of memory that cut like glass. Mia falling down the stairs, blood on marble, my hands shaking as I'd reached for my phone to call for help. But in the dream, I called for her instead of an ambulance, called her name over and over while she lay so still and pale. The moment I'd learned that we'd lost both babies. I saw myself standing in the hallway. Once, I thought I heard children laughing, bright and musical, impossibly close. In my half-conscious state,

She enveloped me in a comforting hug, offering solace in her presence. "It was just a dream, Naomi," she whispered softly. "Dreams can be haunting and confusing, but they don't define reality. Remember that you made the choice to protect Rueben and your child, and that decision came from a place of love." As the sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, I felt a newfound determination stirring within me. The dream had served as a stark reminder of the sacrifices I had made and the consequences of my actions. It was time for me to take control of my life and create a new path for myself and my child.

Since the accident, Tracy's dreams had become a chaotic mess. She usually dreamed whatever Mr. Hayes was dreaming, but she was occasionally interrupted by the dreams of other people whom she had touched that day. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed…

"I don't care about any of it anymore. I know I messed up. Can we please just go back to how things used to be?" I stood there, looking down at him. But I didn't feel a flicker of satisfaction. "Ryan, the Hannah you knew is gone. Take good care of William, and don't come looking for me again." The engine roared to life, and my headlights illuminated the exit ahead. I stepped on the gas, and the car smoothly glided out of the underground parking lot. In the rearview mirror, Ryan remained slumped on the floor, burying his face in his hands as his shoulders shook violently.

And all of a sudden, I passed out and the last thing I saw was Zayn's face, he had a worried expression written all over his face. I rarely had dreams in fact I don't remember the last time I had a dream about anything. But surprisingly, I had a dream. I had a dream about my childhood, everything that happened. How I left Alpha Ambrose's house when I was little and ran off to look for my mother, how she took me in her arms and told me never to run away from my problems. She told me to always learn to face my problems and deal with them. After that part, the dream suddenly became a nightmare – I saw my mother lying dead on the bare ground with her blood stained all over my father's face, his

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

The only wall decoration was a single poster of a storm with an incredible amount of lightning. If you asked James, he would tell you the image was a masochistic representation of the dream he had just relived, the dream that had haunted him for most of his life. The dream was always the same, and he had it at least once a week. In the dream—or nightmare, depending on who you asked—James was always in the middle of a massive storm with wind whipping around him, freezing rain pelting his skin, and flashing lightning above and around him. He was never on the ground during the dream, but flying through the air. He woke up at the same part every time, right as he was about to hit the ground. Jam

“So please, stop complicating things.” I finally left, and Patrick didn't follow me. I picked up the suitcase and took it to the empty office to change clothes. Furthermore, I sat down with a heavy weight on my chest that seemed impossible to carry. At the edge of the bed, I allowed the weight of my overwhelmed heart to overflow in tears. I could have run away, but I was still trapped in my past and the cause of my traumas, entangled in its icy chains that pulled me down. And there, amidst my despair, I realized that my dreams were just fragile bubbles, destined to burst in the arid air of my desolate reality. I was nothing but a secretary, with dreams so distant and unreal that I hardly dar

Scarlett pov I realize that the dizziness I've been experiencing for days stems from stress, constantly thinking about my husband and son. Tears have been streaming down my tired cheeks; it’s not that I feel old, but the stress has taken a toll on me. My strength, my fate, my heart—everything feels heavy. Nightmares have become a regular occurrence, and last night was no exception. I looked at myself in the mirror, sweat dripping from my forehead, a direct result of the terror I faced in my dreams. In a fit of rage, I clenched my fist and slammed it onto my nightstand, sending it crashing to the floor.