Losing Dreams Novels & Stories

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like anymore. She realized that all the emotions that once tormented her day and night had gradually become insignificant in her memory. She also realized that, despite having loved someone so much in the past, the person would be reduced to nothing more than a somewhat unfamiliar name when she thought about him years later. The seven years of heart-wrenching pain and suffering in the past were completely worthless after all. Melanie laughed by herself for a long time. When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her do

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

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.

No arm draping across my waist like it had the night before. No whispered goodnight. No silent apology. Just me. Alone with my fear. Alone with the memories of everything we’d almost had — and everything we stood to lose. At some point, I drifted into a restless sleep. And when I dreamed, it wasn’t of sunshine or laughter or all the little stolen moments we’d built between the cracks. It was of glass breaking. Of rooms full of strangers whispering behind manicured hands. Of Reid standing at the other end of a long, endless hallway.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"