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It was as if her subconscious had recognized the potential for a lifelong partnership, a union that held the promise of shared dreams and mutual growth. As the day unfolded, Emily's thoughts kept drifting back to the dream, and she found herself analyzing every interaction with Rogan through a different lens. The dream had sparked a newfound awareness, casting their friendship in a different light. She pondered the depth of their connection, wondering if there was a mutual longing beneath the surface.

When will these dreams go away? Even though Hayden wanted this nightmare to go away, Fuschia was always present at the beginning of every dream. that's why he was in a long dilemma. He wanted to be able to see Fuschia again even if it was only in a dream, but he didn't want to get to that part of the nightmare. “But you deserve those nightmares, Hayden.” A woman's voice suddenly sounded inside his supposedly empty room. "What?! Who is that?!” Hayden got up from his bed, then took the sword that was beside his bed.

Yeah, I was dreaming! Well, I'm glad it was just a nightmare but did it have any meaning? Oh yeah! I know Alpha Raymond of Shelford Pack but I've never featured him being my mate. Though it's just a dream, I hope against hopes that it doesn't have any meaning at all! Raymond Torres is a good person and I won't mind having him for a mate but why did he seem so heartless in the dream? Oh goddess! Should I tell dad not to visit Alpha William with the party's idea or I should just wait to be painfully rejected?

Help another lady get a man that I want? “In your dreams,” I rolled my eyes and mumbled and within second, a file was thrown at me. “In case you don't know, my dreams come to life, Hayes.”

“And don’t trust anyone. Not even me.” Not even him. That line kept playing on repeat like a broken music box. Not. Even. Me. And still, I had it. Hidden inside a hollowed-out section of my favorite book, a beat-up edition of Wuthering Heights. Ironic, maybe. I always thought Heathcliff was mad. Now I wasn’t sure if Julian wasn’t too. Or if I was. Because the dreams had started again. Flashes of white rooms. Needles. Wires humming in the dark.

He whispers. Frowning, yet I hurry. I check my phone and see Leslie has left me a message. She said: "I'm sorry, but I have to tell you. The demon you see in your nightmares, and Chelsea saw in the woods is not only in your dreams! It's what your neighbor claims killed Jason! Jade, your dreams are showing you something. Please don't ignore them! If you don't trust us, please trust yourself! Love you. Bye."

When i say we, i mean, i, Tracy and Heedah. "I dreamt of a guy with silver sparkling eyes and i think i know who is." She said and smiled broadly. "Who is it?." We asked again. "ALPHA DRAVEN ZACK."

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

Macarthy Winslow awoke gradually from his sensual dream. In the recesses of his sleep-fogged brain, he could see a pretty woman sucking his pulsing penis. As the cobwebs began to clear and he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Without lifting his head, he reached his hand down to the soft hair of the woman lying on the bed sucking him. He heard a moan as his hand began to encourage her movements. Slowly, his memory came back to him.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word