Novel & Cerita Innocent When You Dream

Careful! Kiara was going inside when Viren stopped her and said,”Kiara” She turned to him and waited for him to speak, he said with hesitation,”Kiara, Pia is innocent and pure by heart. She didn’t say anything to hurt you. It was unintentional.” Kiara nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. Before he could say anything, they heard Pia’s voice,”I am sorry, Kiara.” She walked toward her and said, holding her ear,”I am sorry, I didn’t realize. I am very stupid. Viren was right about me, I should think before speaking. Please forgive me.”

he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern in his attempt to keep me awake so I don't fall into a deep slumber. Struggling to gather my thoughts, I recounted the cryptic dream that had consumed my consciousness earlier that morning. The paramedic listened intently, his eyes filled with empathy. I could see that he too did not understand the dream but then I really didn't expect him to. But his response gave me a little hope, "Dreams can be powerful messengers, carrying hidden meanings and emotions," he remarked softly. "Perhaps this accident serves as a wake-up call, urging you to pay attention to what truly matters."

Fuck. I try not to cuss too often, only when I feel strongly about something. But that was the first word that popped into my head when I jumped awake in the dark, cold hotel room after my very bad dream. Except it wasn’t just a bad dream. I had always had a worry in the back of my mind I was going crazy, and none of this was really real. My mom’s reaction made me think I wasn’t, but come on? Visiting a handsome hunk in some fairy tale dream land? That’s not real.

I was ready to feel this pain in my chest. “I don’t even know what changed—the accident, the coma. Sometimes I feel like myself; most times I don’t.” I pondered aloud. “Why am I having such dreams?” My gaze shifted to her. “It sounds like you’ve been through a lot, and these experiences have left you feeling uncertain about yourself and your dreams. The accident and coma could have had a profound impact on your thoughts and emotions. Dreams often reflect our subconscious mind-processing experiences and emotions. Would you be open to exploring these dreams further? They could provide insights into how you’re processing everything that’s happened.” Her soothing voice explained.

I was stunned by what he said, stunned because I couldn't believe it, believe what I heard from him. Cause like heck, did I just heard it right? Did I hear what he said correctly earlier or was it just my imagination? Is that true or just something made up by the illuminati? Like fuck, did I just hear him say that he's not daydreaming because he's not wet dreaming right now? Ghad, if that's true and not just made up by the illuminati, please help me forget about it, cause fuck, he just completely ruined my innocent mind. I was out of my mind, interrupted by the sensations I felt as his finger traced and played on my neck.

“No. I don’t dream anything last night.” “You didn’t? Hm. Weird,” Jai said, frowning. Ina tilted slightly, confused. “Why is it weird?” “Because I saw you in my dream last night,” Jai lied. Ina frowned. “You didn’t dream of me.” Jai raised his eyebrows. “Really? How can you say that? It’s my dream.” “Because I didn’t dream of you last night,” Ina replied. Her reply prompted the rest of the adults there to stifle their laugh. Jai couldn’t hold back his smile though.

Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her. She was innocent and she was not acting like one. No, as he thought, she was pure like an angel. She knew nothing about what he wanted her to do. She would not even realize his forbidden intentions until he showed her. He smirked as a thought came inside his head for confirmation, and trust me, baby, soon, I will show you my dear intentions. My fantasies with you are not so decent. His eyes flickered once and then twice. He noticed the redness in her eyes. He saw her crying but never realized that the girl was scared of him so much that she did not even stop crying since he did not know

For the first time, the system modeled trust as a variable, uncertain yet essential. Sophia dreamed lightly, waking often. Each time, she sensed connection without immersion, like a shoreline rather than an ocean. In one fragment, she was repairing a roof with strangers, hands passing tools without instruction. In another, she was listening to a story that never concluded. Upon waking, she did not seek interpretation. The dreams felt complete without explanation, offering reassurance through familiarity alone.

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"

It was in this state of emotional vulnerability that sleep finally claimed me, pulling me into a vivid and haunting dream. In the dream, I found myself standing on a bustling street corner, the city's vibrant energy surrounding me. The sun cast a warm glow, painting the world in shades of gold. Jessica stood beside me, her smile radiant and infectious. It felt so real, her presence providing a balm to my weary soul.