Losing Dreams Novels & Stories

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.

The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below. He never came. I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces. All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking. Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.

**Unlocking Secrets** Aria sat on her bed, the late afternoon sunlight streaming through her curtains, creating a cascade of golden patterns on the wooden floor. She felt a weight pressing on her chest as she stared blankly at the wall, her thoughts swirling violently like a storm in her mind. Two vivid dreams had unfurled before her recently, each filled with symbols and meanings that tugged at her consciousness like a half-remembered melody.

Layla sighed and rested her forehead on his chin. “Each time, I step back or take a breath or rest in anyway, I see things, things that scare me to death. It’s like a enter a dreamlike state, but it feel so real, and they always end up badly. It’s like the dreams are telling me something, something I don’t want to hear.” Layla said her voice sounding heavy with dread and fear. “What are the dreams telling you.” William asked as he stroked Layla’s hair. She sighed once more and pulled away from him.

“Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes. “Did you see a merry turn?” Lara asks me when I get to that part, butting in and checking me out with a stitched brow and an anarchy brow. “Besides, individuals vanish in waves of green smoke,” I wake up, deciding to get to the point one last time and spare myself the irrelevant niceties. "Do you ever have

As she lay on the flat, uninviting bed, her mind began to drift into a restless sleep. In the realm of dreams, reality and memories merged into a disorienting tapestry. She saw it again—the fire that consumed her father’s winery, the flames dancing like vengeful spirits in the night. Her heart ached with the weight of loss, and the loss of Lorenzo.

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of loss. The minutes stretched into eternity, each second a painful reminder of the life that had been stolen away so suddenly. And as I grieved, as I allowed the waves of sorrow to wash over me, I realized that sometimes dreams had a way of transcending the boundaries of sleep, seeping into the realm of reality with a cruelty that was hard to comprehend.

Dream's POV The morning after Gloss confessed about the system, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every second replayed in my head, the way his voice trembled, the way he looked at me like he’d just handed over a piece of his soul. When I finally fell asleep that night, my dreams weren’t peaceful. They were filled with flashing texts and blue screens that whispered my name, as if the system itself had crawled into my subconscious. When I woke up, my phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. Messages from Adrian, reminders from work, and one notification that froze my breath. It wasn’t from any app I recognized. The letters floated above my screen, shimmering faintly before fading away.

“I’ve had similar dreams.” I looked at him in surprise. “You have?” “Yes. For years now. I thought they were just nightmares or memories I couldn’t quite place. But in them, you’re always there. And Sylvester.” “What happens in your dreams?” I asked. “Different things each time. But it always ends badly. With destruction. With loss.” A chill ran down my spine. “Mine too.” Lydia looked between us with a strange expression. “This is significant. If you’re both having similar dreams…”