Losing Dreams Novels & Stories

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

Her hands fly over the canvas, the physical manifestation of her racing thoughts. “Don’t tell Father about this but I’ve been having dreams.” She says. “What kind?” “Terrifying kind. The kind that gives me sleep paralysis that I can’t wake up from. I stopped sleeping since, I don’t even remember the last time I did that.” I’m getting more worried. Sleeping itself is not essential but going so long without a shut eye will only increase your exhaustion and sluggishness. “What did you dream about?”

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

"There's been four before you arrived. That is why we were so cautious when we found you around the camp." "Do you think that is connected to my dreams?" He sat down on the edge of his bed and buried his face in his large hands. "I don't know. I don't even know what these dreams are supposed to mean. Lilith told me it's normal but rare for couples to experience each other's dreams." He looked up at me, his green eyes dark and glowing. "At first, she said the dreams were connected to our broken pasts, but I think this is different."

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”