Losing Dreams Novels & Stories

Dreams… sometimes when a dream has fears, despairs, and loneliness, it has another name known as, Nightmares. Yang Tian-Xu never had a nightmare before, only because he had everything. No fears, no despairs, and never lonesome. However, that night the dream he had was the worst dream he could have ever dreamt of, and never again would he ever want to dream of it again.

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

Kris was content for once and her tattoo business was really picking up speed. The dreams replayed in her mind. It would bother her for a while that she had back to back dreams of Liz and Elena. She decided she would visit her best friend this weekend and get her opinion on the situation. But for now, she needed to get back to bed. Sleep would not come easy tonight.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

And my dad gets off the couch and pulls her to him, then looks at me. “Aspen, explain.” He growls, clearly not able to handle his emotions on this either. Everyone stares at me, as they wait for me to explain and I take another deep breath. “I’ve been having dreams. Liam’s been screaming at anyone who will listen to help them. They’re locked up somewhere and separated by silver bars. Julia’s locked in with Liam, but they can’t get to Amy. She’s suffering and… It’s really bad mom.” Tears start to leak from my eyes, as the dreams replay in my mind. “We have to try and help them, or she’s going to die. And if she dies… There’ll be no hope in saving Griffon from himself.” I whisper, and my mom c

Leesa had not dreamed in quite some time—not one of her special dreams, at any rate. In the weeks after summoning a dream to help her defeat the xenorians, she had been visited by a number of magical dreams, all of which were disturbing and none of which she could remember in any detail. Both her book and Dominic told her this was normal—that once you unlocked the dream power by calling forth a vision, more dreams were almost certain to follow. And they were typically difficult to remember or interpret.

Charlotte woke with a gasp, her heart beating erratically in her chest and her breaths ragged and shallow. She was covered in a cold sweat and she was shaking all over. This was the fifth time this week and every time the dreams were more intense than the last. She lay in the darkness of her room, thinking about her dreams and wondering what was causing them. Each time she woke the dreams seemed to fade, leaving behind only fragments of images that left her weak and aching with an indescribable need deep inside her. She turned onto her side and closed her eyes and eventually she fell asleep.

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as