It All Starts With A Dream Novels & Stories

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Justin breathed, his voice low and fierce, “is to let them ruin that little beautiful dream you’ve carried throughout these years.” The words broke something inside me. I had so many dreams, countless ones, but none had ever come to life. They slipped through my fingers every time, leaving me with nothing but empty hands and aching hope. And now? The only dream I had left was us. Would I ever get to live that dream? Would he be strong enough to carry it with me? Or would the world, cruel and merciless, take that away too?

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Sarah That night, I have a dream that seems so realistic. I’m running through the woods, on my way to somewhere. I don’t know exactly where I’m going, but I know there’s an important place where I’m supposed to be. I’m alone, yet I don’t feel like I’m alone. I feel like someone is watching me. Someone is waiting for me. Despite this, I’m not afraid. I only feel at peace here. Soft pink clouds tumble in the sky. Silver flowers whisper their encouragement to me. While lilac trees shake their leaves in a dance that I will never be permitted to be part of.

⸻ Friendships appeared. ⸻ Connections appeared. ⸻ The missing piece. ⸻ The thing every war had secretly been about. ⸻ Belonging. ⸻ 🌙 The Dreamer’s Choice The Dreamer stepped forward last. ❤️ ⸻ The creator of reality. ⸻ The first dreamer. ⸻ The one who started everything. ⸻ For a long moment… He simply watched. ⸻ The mountains. ⸻ The rivers.

Elora's day always starts with a dream. This dream was a bit different from the one she has when she sleeps and this dream was the type they call daydreaming. She was the shy and quiet type and she was so characterized by this that a lot of people didn't know about her existence. One of such people was Drew Summers, the only person Elora dreams of recently.

are you going to tell me who sent you? Because this is all too suspicious to me that you show up after my attack. I’m grateful you found me. I just want to know who I should thank.” He looked at me with such respect and affection and spoke. “At first I dreamt of you. That’s saying a lot due to the fact I haven’t dreamt in over a millennium. My dream felt so real that I thought I was awake. I could actually feel you, smell you, taste you. It wasn’t till my dream was interrupted that I figured out it was a dream. I couldn’t wait to sleep again so that I could see you again in my dreams. And lucky me I dreamt of you again the next night, and I felt the pain I could hear your screams that you r

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

“If your dreams don’t scare you, they are too small” -Richard Branson Dreams were a path for people to achieve something they want in their lives. These thoughts made them see a bigger picture other than the situation they were in. A cherished aspiration. A goal ---- a finish line of a race. People wanted to achieve something, bigger than everyone else. Money, power, fame, and career were the fundamentals of life as people thought. If you don’t have any of these, you’re useless, pathetic---- worse, people might see you as nothing.