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“But this is not a mild condition. Look at her.” Lucian’s eyes shifted to the bed. “She didn’t take one,” Jake added quietly. “She took almost everything there.” Lucian said nothing. “Imagine that much in her system at once,” Jake continued. “The body doesn’t just calm down. It breaks.” A long silence followed. “We can’t remove it now,” Jake said. “It’s already in her system. That’s why she’s not waking up.” Lucian leaned back, staring ahead. “When used properly, it still causes damage,” Jake went on. “Memory loss. Confusion. Loss of control. Sometimes worse.”

He had said. He said she would be in space - on cloud 9, watching the galaxies glide by. She wanted to please him today, because he had become short tempered with her of late, and so she snorted two straight lines of superior coke into her nostrils. It went straight to her brain and she became unconscious shortly after. Oblivious of what was going on around her, Lucky got to work taking advantage of the situation. He took away her innocence on that starless night. She didn't even know what hit her, until the following morning. She woke up feeling cold and utterly bereft.

And the worst of it all was, in those dreams I found myself making love to the golden-eyed bastard. "I will try, but I keep having bad dreams," I mutter carelessly, arranging mother's stuff I had removed from the shelf. "Dreams? What dreams?" Leo asked his blue eyes that were identical to mine watching me cautiously. I didn't think it was wise to let my brother know I was having indecent dreams about someone that was after my life and wanted me dead. Bad idea. "What if they aren't just dreams?" Adie said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her words. There she goes, disappearing when I need her and suddenly resurfacing when I don't need her. "I'm being serious here,"

"Hey, I was just joking. Calm down. It doesn't matter if you remember her or not." If she were in his shoes, she would probably have the name etched into her memories too. She would likely be screaming it in her sleep even. "The doctor didn't find anything in particular to be wrong when they gave you a head scan at the emergency room yesterday. Your headaches could be a side effect of hypnosis and drug abuse. Do you have any other symptoms?" Lucian hesitated. "I have trouble sleeping, and I zone out from time to time…" His pace of speech was slow, and he kept glancing at her.

I screamed. 'Why do I have to go through this nightmare?' 'Because it's your sister's dream come through or is it true?' My bestfriend said as she walked into my room. 'How can one's nightmare be another's dream? And how are you here already and not hungover? 'That's life babe. It's fifteen minutes to 10:00am fool and your mother is going to bring hell down on you if you are not ready in the next five minutes. I'm not hungover because unlike someone I know, I did not get my ass drunk last night'.

"It seems that this person was spying on the Assassins Association. If my analysis is correct, then a spell was placed on the poor assassin years ago. It seems that the lease, 'Lucid Dreams' was used on the assassin." Ray listened intently, his face and his countenance resembling that of a grade schooler. He knew what the lease, 'Lucid Dreams' was. This spell was an uncommon one. And unlike its name, it wasn't a spell of clarity. It was as rare as it was dangerous. The name of this technique was an irony to what it really did. Meeting a user of this ability was dangerous, and this was why. Lucid Dreams trapped the soul of the victim in a solitary dimension, leaving it to wander for all etern

"He did. I could feel it. He did it. I believe in my hallucinations now, but I am not mad." "Ai, it was all your hallucinations and nightmare all along. Because he do drugs you to sleep, you can't deny the fact that while you sleep he would do it. That drugs also help in controlling your mind. That causes you to hallucinate the act, then you believe it is reality all along. Nightmares are normal after such experiences." "Oh my goodness. What have I done? What have I done? Oh no." I cried guiltily as my palm was on my head.

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

Lucas sighed heavily, his troubled expression visible to his beta, Torrez. They sat together in Lucas's study, surrounded by shelves lined with books and papers scattered across the desk. Lucas fidgeted with a pen, his thoughts still consumed by the haunting nightmares that plagued his sleep. "Torrez, these dreams... they feel different," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of unease. "They're more than just anxiety about my new role as alpha. There's something... foreboding about them."

her voice was full of guilt. “Go ahead. I have no issue” I lied through my teeth. “She has been through a lot and so needs more attention, I also have to make her some herbs to knock her out at night. She finds it difficult to fall asleep and even then, she has terrible nightmares” “Have you ever witnessed it?” I asked without thinking but I just needed to know if anyone had seen it happen firsthand. “Yes. It’s terrible. Lucille has gone through a lot. It breaks my heart to see her living as a shell of her old self”