Man In People's Dreams Novels & Stories

“Yesterday afternoon, Denver called me into his office. On getting to his office, three men walked out. There was something about them, their scent was different. I thought they a part of us but not until Denver said they weren't. This leads to my dream. I found myself in an unknown place. This place was totally different from the Moon Night pack, it had this strange atmosphere. Then suddenly I began to hear voices, cries of people. So many people. Then somehow I wish I knew, I found myself running to where these voices were coming from. It was in a cave. I saw men, women and children, they were locked up like slaves. And in this dream, I saw those three men that came to Denver's office. The

Because he saw how I was still drowning in grief, barely holding myself together after losing my parents, and he couldn’t bring himself to place that burden on me, not then, not when I was more broken than he was. . “You could still have that dream,” I said, without looking at him. “No one is stopping you from aiming for it.” “But what about my people?” His voice cracked under the weight of everything he wasn’t saying, the truth that his heart held. This was a man who gave up everything for his people. A man who was still willing to do it for them. This time, I face him, I want him to know that there was nothing wrong with dreaming. Nothing wrong with chasing a long-time dream.

"That woman wasn't lying. Not only are we getting paid, but we also get to sleep with such a gorgeous woman! We're in luck!" I knew what they were going to do to me. I was so frightened that I took two steps back. Luckily, I was trained in self-defense. I kicked the first man who pounced on me, but they outnumbered me. I could not fend all of them off. They ripped my clothes off as my screams got drowned out in the music. "Get lost! Don't touch me!" I screamed, crying. I kicked with all my might, but those people seemed to be high on drugs or something. They did not feel pain at all.

Him— Where did he come from? Gaia hadn’t heard a sound. Not one footstep, yet there he stood. An unearthly glow shone from his pale skin in the yellowing glare of the streetlights. His midnight hair reminded her of a raven's feather in the way his dark locks caught the moonlight. But it was his piercing, glacial eyes, that always entranced her. Who was this man? All she knew for sure was that he was the one who haunted her slumber causing her to wake most mornings in a writhing sweat. She’d rouse with her body on fire, burning for more of the dark pleasures he offered during the dream state.

Win or lose. She glanced sidewise toward the wings and saw that Gary still had Caleb glued to his side. "I have a brand new tune for you," she began, "one the band hasn't even heard." She glanced back at them. "Sorry, guys." Jack did a little riff on the drums. "Sometimes in life you are lucky enough to meet the one right person, the one you know you were meant for and will love together. I've been fortunate enough to meet that person and this song is for him. I call it Man of my Heart."

A good number of minutes passed but Lisa was still struggling for the right words to say. The man in front of her wore a pair of jeans and a black tuxedo. He was twice taller than she could remember but the striking resemblance… she just couldn’t tell if she was looking at the real person or if it was just a look alike. “Lisa.” His voice broke the silence, throwing Lisa into a whirlwind of emotions she never planned for. Ít is you!” Her voice was shaky like she would break down any moment.

He asked in irritation. “Come on son, we would like to know what you dreamt about. It's not a big deal. Perhaps Mr Hensworth will interpret a meaning to it.” “Spill it out Charles, we're all ears,” Mr Hensworth said in amusement. “Okay fine.” He exhaled, “But I only remember seeing a girl, and an old looking man whom he called himself Mr Lovetto.” “Mr Lovetto?” Mr Spielberg asked, his brows creased in curiosity.

He knew that asking out Olivia for a date is wrong, yet he asked her out without giving it a second thought. He goes back to bed and checks the time on his phone. After finding out that it was two-thirty am, he tries to go back to sleep. But try after try of going back to sleep, his mind won’t let him. The thought of his dream is blocking him from going back to sleep. He gives up on going back to sleep and decides to write in his journal, thinking that it might help him.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END