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Nora looked around before entering the building with a tense and guarded posture. I ran further so I could get a better view and before my eyes, my dream played before me! What is this? My eyes widened as I saw who she was meeting, it was the hooded figure from my dream. My breath caught in my throat as the scene unfolded to the one I had seen before, exactly with any addition or subtraction.

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.

Dani trails along behind Asher as he walks a few step ahead of her, holding a boy by each hand. Nik is dressed as a teddy bear and Nate is dressed as a lion. Nate has a drawn on brown nose and whiskers thanks to a brown eyeliner pencil. Nik wanted his face colored on too, so she drew him a brown nose as well. With their fuzzy suits on, they both look so cuddlely that she could not stop hugging them. “Are we almost there, Daddy?” Nate asks Asher looking up at him with tired eyes.

I stared at him, my mind cut off. Nic was standing in front of me, looking like he never aged—looking sexier, more powerful. His shirt was half-buttoned, chest exposed, revealing tattoos I couldn’t remember him having before. He bent down, picking up the phone. “Mum—” I heard Chris’s voice. “Who is he?” Chris asked again. “Let me see,” Ava’s voice chimed in. “He looks just like you.” My heart dropped. I quickly snatched the phone from him, cutting the call. Nic’s face shifted into something I couldn’t quite read—longing. Like he wanted to see them. Like he wanted to belong in their lives.

--- 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.

he attempted to reason as he pulled from the parking lot, "Why squander it?" "First of all, it's not my dream to become famous. Second, Nightide is a boyband, and I am a girl so that will never work." "What if we could change that?" "Excuse me?" "Nightide does not have to be all men. We can change it." "I don't want to. I'm only doing this for Jae-Woo," she argued.

She rolls over and lies flat and soon falls asleep. Nina Morrison has a dream. In her dream, she seems to be a carefree girl. Her father's company is good and her mother doesn't die in a car accident. She is also the beautiful little princess. Troy stands under the cherry tree and smiles at her. His smile is warmer than the spring breeze.

The door closes behind them, leaving me alone with Nathan. Without the buffer of a cute, curious kid, I’m hyper aware of everything about Nathan. The gray T-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. The dark jeans that look even better on him than his normal designer suit. He must not have shaved today, because there’s dark stubble along his jaw. It should all make him look more normal.Instead, he looks sinfully sexy. I think of my dream about him bending me over the desk, and blush. “So,” I croak. “Um. Show me around?”

She dreamt of the time in Yuvaran when she was forced by Jonathan to learn various skills that she was reluctant to learn, such as combat and shooting. Even though there were constant dangers, with Jonathan around, her days were as ordinary as any other person's, happy and carefree. She dreamed of Ernest and Erin, both smiling at her. In her dream, she saw many familiar faces calling out to her warmly. Suddenly, her dream changed. The echoes of gunshots resounded in every corner and blood was spilled everywhere. Those once clear faces gradually faded away from her sight. In her dream, she saw Jonathan's face filled with longing before he left …

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.