Novel & Cerita My Dream Book

It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride. For a couple of years, Daniel started to make a dream journal. If he still remembers his dream, he would write it down in his journal. He took his journal that he put in his drawer and also a pen to make a note. From all of the dreams that he has written down, there were around a half of them that came true and he hoped that this dream would come true as well. He began to remember the details of his dream and started to write them all. He also didn't forget to write the physical appearance of his bride, so when he met her in reality, he would notice her.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

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.

All I desired to do was dry myself, wear a clean set of clothes, pick up my favourite book—Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon—and sit on my ‘bed. Ever since I found that book in the trash a couple of years ago, it had entertained me whenever I got bored. What intrigued me at first was the title, as I also had a few dreams. When I started to read it, I was hooked. I used to finish my chores as fast as I could, just so I could pick it up once again. I liked to imagine myself talking to its characters as though they were my friends. Yes, I had read that numerous times, yet I would read it over and over again because that was the only book I ‘owned.’ Perhaps someday, I would come across anoth

“Oh I get it!” I exclaim after a few minutes of silence passes. I get up from the wooden chair that she helped me sit on when I lost my balance when seeing her face. I start walking around the room , trying my best to make sense of this sudden appearance of her. “This is all a dream…I am still unconscious and having a dream of you…” I earn a sigh from her . “Rose-“ I cut her off. “Or!” I continue. “…or…I am dead. The mysterious woman has handed me back to Alexander and he has killed us all in our sleep , which makes sense as to why I am seeing my dead mother….” I look to the wolf who licks it’s paw , while sitting by my mother’s feet.

We stop there and Lana pulls me to sit on the grassy ground. “What have you found? That book, it is like one of those old magic books long ago. I can’t believe it still exists.” Lana said as I look at the book that I place on my lap. “I don’t know what I have found but it is the only one I saw as a way to find out if the black goddess is captured, if my dream is a bad omen or just a mere dream messy my mind.” I said as I rub my hand into the cover of the book and take a deep breath.

The book pages were almost halfway gone, every single time I have a weird dream, I try to reiterate everything and jot down the experience in the book. The dream I woke up with this morning was different, a completely distinct scenario from the rest. Taking a breath, I started... 'Dear book, Certainly, I am not weird. Although I might be strange in a way. That's what I've been made to believe all my life. You remember the last write-up I had jotted down, about finding myself in a dark realm, surrounded by a few people who were dressed in cloaks, chanting a few words I couldn't put together, you remember, right?

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

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

But he doesn’t reply. “Dad?!” I try to move my hands, to do something, and that’s when I realize my hands are small. Too small. They’re a child’s hands. What’s going on? The scream this time is piercing. And my eyes fly open. My heart pounding, I stare at the ceiling, my whole body feeling icy cold. What in the heck was that dream? “Taylor?” Beth is sitting up in bed and when I look at her, this tight knot inside me eases.