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The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know." As the dream slowly faded, I began to stir from my slumber, my heart still racing with the intensity of the dream. Though I was trapped in the cage, unable to speak, I held onto the hope that somehow, my dreams would find a way to reach Dante and warn him of the impending danger that threatened us both. The moon goddess had seen my dreams, and I prayed that she would guide me through this darkness, leading us towards a brighter future.

"I love places like this." Malisha snickers. "And yet, you are always the first to get tired and use a spell to get to the top." Mirabel glares at her. "Have you not heard of the saying, 'Work smarter not harder.' Iris and Kimora giggle. Malisha walks quietly behind Kimora, and even though she told herself she would not do that, she can't help not thinking about the creepy dream she had. In their world, dreams were no something to take lightly especially if they weren't good dreams. Her mind keeps on drifting to the dream. She had come here to get a break on all that had been happening, but of course she could not get a damn break even on the first night.

The night was a canvas where dreams painted their own masterpieces, where hearts sang in harmony, and where the magic of storytelling manifested in its purest form. In this mystical realm of dreams, Mama Hazel felt a deep sense of joy and liberation. The barriers of the waking world dissolved, leaving behind a landscape of endless possibilities and boundless beauty. Here, in the heart of her subconscious, she discovered a world where love and imagination intertwined, where stories bloomed like flowers in a garden of dreams.

The moon hung high in the inky sky, casting a silvery glow through the curtains of Aleena and Aarav's bedroom. The room was peaceful, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window. Aleena's peaceful slumber was suddenly shattered by a nightmarish vision that twisted her dreams into a realm of fear. In her dream, she found herself standing in a desolate, shadowy landscape. Whispers of her deepest anxieties seemed to surround her, and an overwhelming sense of dread gripped her heart. She tried to run, but the ground beneath her feet felt like quicksand, refusing to let her escape.

“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

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Chapter 107: That Familiar Nightmare Shasta awoke with a start, gasping, her eyes tearing madly around the room. Mid-afternoon sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains. She was in the little cabin in the woods. Shit. I hoped it was a nightmare. It hadn't been, though. The nightmare that had actually awakened her was familiar enough now. It was always the same nearly every night. "I'm serious, Jeremy. Two blue lines. See for yourself."

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?