Old Dream Novels & Stories

Paler than Ama had ever seen. No. The word came out like a prayer. Or perhaps a plea. The Last Dreamer slowly turned toward the endless horizon. His hands were shaking. “He's awake.” Naomi frowned. “He?” Nobody answered her. Because everyone else already knew. Not consciously. Not completely. But somewhere deep inside the oldest memories. The oldest fears. The oldest warnings. They recognized the truth. Another memory exploded into existence. Not Ama's. Not the First Dreamer's. Something older. Much older.

After that, he stared at the old lady as he looked forward to a miracle. The Healing Pill never disappoints. After just a few seconds, the old lady’s sallow complexion gradually turned ruddy, and her originally weak breathing became progressively more and more powerful. After that, the old lady’s eyelids trembled a few times before she slowly opened her eyes. Perhaps it was due to the old lady’s sudden failure to adapt to the light, but she could not see clearly for a while, and she said vaguely, “Daryl, I had a dream just now. I dreamt that your eldest brother came back...”

His authoritative presence filled the room. “Victor,” I called out, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. He turned to me, a small smile breaking the stern lines of his face as he excused himself from his conversation and made his way towards me. “Olivia, good morning.” “I’ve been having strange dreams,” I blurted out, unable to keep the turmoil inside any longer. “Dreams about two white wolves. It feels like they’re trying to tell me something important, but I can’t figure out what.”

I began, trying to keep my voice as audible as possible. “Hey, calm down and tell me about it.” He said to me calmly and reassuringly.” “Okay so I had this dream last night, where I had fully mastered my abilities and harnessed them to full potential, I had become the true white wolf and queen of the Lunari. And you did the ritual and I returned home to my Alex in peace.” Immediately Eldric heard all I said, his expression softened which was very unusual for Someone like him who was always stern. “Exalia, dreams can be more than just mere flights of fancy. Dreams can be omens or paths that are laid out by our ancestors, so please tell me more my dear.”

* That night, Layla had a dream. She was eighteen again, but unlike her usual nightmares, this one was peaceful—no storms, no blood. She was hiking up a mountain, a backpack on her shoulders, surrounded by birdsong and breathtaking scenery. She snapped photo after photo, her camera filled with vibrant images. But in the dream, time was a blur. One blink, and the sun was already setting. Standing at the mountaintop, she watched the sun dip below the horizon, its warm light bathing her. The gentle mountain breeze wrapped around her, like a comforting embrace.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

" She wondered if he would remember this conversation in the real world. "Why don't you explain it to me then?" He exclaimed. The idea of her being alone with him in a non-working environment doesn't appeal to him at all. She was different here, out of the ordinary even. She was something else. Relax in fancy pants or pajamas. Why in such a hurry? After all, we're here in the Land of Nod. Time is irrelevant! " "Can you stop calling it the Land of Nod? "Why not Dreamland, which has a better reflection?"

Or he was extremely grumpy last night. “ I just thought to let you know that we're going back to the old building. The one where you were having a nap yesterday,” “ The old building? A nap?” He swerved towards my direction all on his own. I need to start working less, maybe I'll get a vacation here or something.

Seeing the questioning look in his face, Leila understood what he was thinking and holding his hand said, ,”I know what are you thinking and I want you to carefully listen to what I say”, Leila took a deep breath as she said,” I am currently the leader of the organization and we believe that the president is compromised and there may be a possible mole in our organization, of which I can't give further details and I know that you are a good gamer? "How is that related to the security of the country?', Max asked confused, as he felt he was getting into something he shouldn't... Leila looked seriously at Max, Do you know the game "Virtual Dream"? Yes...Max started feeling uncomfortable as his

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."