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She was my best friend after all. “Okay, let me start again. I get this dream from time to time about a woman and a unicorn and an elf and a fairy.” I went on explaining the dream as I had to Josh. I described every one of them to her and as I did, I could see it all in my mind. When I got to the end where they all turn to welcome the stranger, I caught my first ever glimpse of him. His long, dark brown hair perfectly reflected the sun as it shined. His complexion was even and tan, almost like Laylan's perfect skin tone. But his eyes! His eyes were breathtaking! Warm brown rimmed beautiful blue eyes with dark lashes that lined them, making them stand out.

"What's wrong?" Kelly, my best friend asked and I gave her a confused look. "You have been brooding all day" she said, worried laced with her voice. "Its nothing, I just" I hesitated "I had a nightmare last night, a very scary one" "Nightmare?" She laughed "is that what's eating you up? She asked. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "Come on, cheer up. You are 18, don't be scared of nightmares now" she teased "its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so.

"It is to your benefit that your mother has invited hundreds. That's the only way you could find the girl in your dreams, don't you think?” "Yes, I pray to see her on this day. I have been thinking of her since last night. She had come in my dreams this morning, wearing a white dress, her red curls gleamed in the ray of the sun, behind her looked like a white chamber. It was as if she was looking in the sky for me." "I pray with you, that she is to be here today." Charles droop his eyelids in a thought. "What if she wasn't invited? ---what if she is just a plain girl with no high class? Will I ever get a chance to meet her?"

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.

' thought Dream. "Wha—what are you talking about?" She stammered, not daring to look at his eyes. "Dream do you like him?" he resounded, his pitch going higher. Why was he sounding like he was angry?

There's no way Nate could have hung up the phone in my face! I really can't believe he did that. Tried calling back but the phone seems to be off, won't ring. If I was already shaken, I was even more so after his confessions. What does he want? Drive me crazy or something? He said he dreamed of me, and maybe he was embarrassed by what he said, or by the dream? This way I can't sleep. Breathe, close your eyes, tomorrow you need to be very relaxed, because the day will be long... But how was that dream? Was mine done?

Chapter 024 Nicole I felt a smile spread across my face as I envisioned Nathan in my dream. We were at the beach, and he was playfully chasing after me while I tried to evade him. I paused, preparing for him to catch me, raising my hands high as I turned to face him. However, my expression shifted to one of shock when I noticed he was carrying another woman—the one in red from the dinner party. I gasped and opened my eyes, my brows furrowing as I recalled Nathan with that woman in my dream. Why the hell did that man appear in my dream?

Callum I’m dreaming!I must be!I have to be! For the millionth time in a minute, I check to see that I am, indeed, awake. To see Nora standing there in her red and black corset, matching thick-heeled high heels, and in classy, yet understated makeup, is a dream come true. It’s like she’s stepped out of my fantasies and into real life. When Dex dragged me down here, I thought tonight would be nothing short of a nightmare. Unfulfilled desires. But, as I watch Nora swagger forward, a mysterious pink bag in tow, I don’t have those worries anymore. My impossible dream, my far-flying fantasy, is reality.

“How was tonight?” Nate leans back, head prop on the couch. “It was lit,” he answers. “The crowds was good, like they always have. When I was about to leave, this man approached and told me he knew a guy. Gave me his card and said I really should call him. I don’t know,” he hesitates, the light in his eyes dims. “I don’t know if I’m going to call him or not. Maybe it’s just a scam. I want my dream to be real so bad, but I can’t throw caution to the wind. You know, in case they don’t pan out the way I hope.”

DREAM: Summer day. A field of grass and a child in my arms. I can feel happiness and love by just looking at the child. It felt like I didn’t had any control over my body and what was happening, like I was a guest of my own life at the moment. Noah is coming at me in only a sweatpants, he really was looking good. He has an 8 pack, v line down to his pants, strong muscle arms and still has that short haircut style with his pitch-black hair. His beautiful green eyes where sparkling and his smile was beautiful bright with white teeth’s.