Is Life Just A Dream Novels & Stories

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

I tried to breathe steadily. I opened my eyes slowly, almost afraid of what I would see before me. My dream about Tom had seemed so real, I thought I had died and he’d come to get me. I wouldn’t have minded that. I missed him. Now, more than ever, I missed the brother who had always brought the sunshine with him. God knows I needed a ray of sunshine in my life right now. But he wasn’t real. He was a dream. And in my dream, he promised I would live a long and happy life. So I couldn’t be dead. I was still breathing.

“So you are saying that everyone in here is just a dream created by this flower. All the loves we thought we lived, we didn’t actually live them. They are just memories in our head to make us fit the role the flower and scripted for us and this dream was built using information from your past and present real life, specifically the things you wished for and the ones you feared.” I nodded. This Zephyr might just be wiser the real one. He crossed his legs again and heaved. “I don’t know if you realize how unbelievable all this sounds. I’ve lived for a very long time and all of a sudden you are telling me I didn’t I’ve at all. You are telling me that this place I’ve because in all my life is a

Let’s go have fun” His dad ushered him to move along. “Dad, can I ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure son. What is it?” His dad responded. “I’ve been having these bad dreams lately. Why am I having these scary dreams?” shyly, he asked. His father stopped walking and fell silent. Melo turned his head up and looked at him. “Hmm. I am not sure how to answer your question, son. Dreams just appear out of nowhere, you know? They are just pigments of our imagination. A form of way to remind us that the brain never stops working even as we close our eyes” His dad answered.

Then, as usual, I did my night routines. When I hopped into my bed, I prayed fervently and lay down in bed afterwards. Then I closed my eyes, but I suddenly thought of my dream yesterday. What does that dream want to convey? Hays, maybe I got those dreams from my addiction to cell phones and too much time watching anime. I tried to sleep so I closed my eyes until I fell asleep…… THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “Kali! Guia! Run! “… “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.”

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.

She was finally living her dream. THE END

This is life This in life is redeemed. If I dress up a Alike as sin I miss myself Within What a dream is reality That keeps changing itself From within From heights to begin From norms believed Come join me in dream Come in Come in This is believed This out to be believed

Sienna We all have big dreams—visions that we hope will change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can be just as transformative. I’m living in my nightmare right now. Each day, I wake up wondering what disaster is waiting for me. Ever since I stood at the altar and said "I do," my life has been a catastrophe. And it’s a reality I have to endure.

“So, is it always the same dream? Or is it different every time?” I was hoping he had forgotten about my dream and was slightly disappointed that my hope was false. I looked at him and I ran over the question in my mind. “Well, it's the exact same dream. Exactly the same, every time,” I paused for a second. “And the result is always the same. I spend the day off in my own little world thinking about her.”