Once Upon A Dream By Emily Osment Novels & Stories

The night after the council meeting was restless. I tossed and turned, the weight of our discoveries heavy on my mind. Sometime in the early hours, I slipped into a deep, dream-filled sleep. In my dream, I stood in a vast, misty forest. Shadows shifted around me, and I felt a presence – powerful and ancient. A figure emerged from the mist, and as it drew closer, I recognized the features of my ancestor, Helena Hawthorne. "Emily," she said, her voice echoing in the stillness. "You have unlocked the first part of your potential, but there is more you must discover."

The trees stood like silent witnesses, their branches heavy with frost. She paused by the old cedar, the one she'd sat under after her very first retreat, when she'd still been unsure of who she was becoming. Now, she placed her hand on the bark. "Thank you," she whispered. In return, the wind stirred gently through the needles, a soft reply. That night, Emma dreamed of her younger self curled in a bathtub, heartbroken, lost. But this time, dream-Emma didn’t try to pull her out. She simply climbed in beside her, held her, and whispered, "We made it."

“You all are desperate to avoid me and won’t come to me voluntarily. You don’t have to put on an act in front of me. I’ve watched all of you grow up. I know you inside out.” “It’s nothing. Only I’ve been having the same dream lately. I was involved with a woman in my dream, but she’s not the girl you chose for me.” Grandma May turned her head and asked him, “Can you draw the face of the woman in your dreams?” Dylan immediately took a piece of paper from his pocket and passed it to her. “I figured you’d ask, so I drew her based on my recollection of the dream before I came over.” Grandma May took the paper and opened it to see a portrait of a woman drawn by him with a pencil.

Emily's day ended quickly and quietly as it had been for the past few days. After a slew of lessons in Scarlet, she'd come home exhausted. And still in awe of how her mind remained alert through the lessons, especially since she was already feeling fatigued as she walked into Scarlett. As soon as she returned she fell to the bed and slept off, forgetting to call her mother or look at Andrew's gifts. She woke up with a start the next morning. She'd dreamt and it was a Nightmare. The nightmare was long and repetitive, which was the worst of its kind. Every detail of it was now ingrained in her head.

It only took a 200-meter walk for Emily to reach the city's main road. Emily glared irritably at the broad back in front of her. She heard a faint snore, indicating that the man had fallen into a deep sleep. "Watch out, you polar doctor, wait for my revenge!" Emily shouted in her heart and then turned her body to face the back of the sofa, forcing her eyes to close. Slowly but surely, drowsiness dragged Emily's consciousness into another dimension. The world of dreams. ***

last night was hard, I had a bad dream and I felt like I had a fever, I don't remember much of the night, but I know I woke up in a new PJ and my whole body was hot, I needed an urgent shower and didn't want them two to see me like that. I went right toward the bathroom, took off the new pj and got under the shower, it took me four trials to find out how to turn the stupid water on, this was too fancy and I wasn't sure how to turn it on, after four trials it turned on to the cold setting, I tried turning it hot, or just warm, but I had no idea how. The cold water is going to have to do, I wasn't enjoying the cold water especially since the house was freezing cold, but my old place was cold a

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

" whispered Emily sobbing her heart out. She believes that the witch in her dream is Olivia . "Breakfast!" yelled Dorothy pushing the door open" thank you Dorothy, Emily said softly. " What happened?" asked Dorothy staring at Emily's face that was swollen because if her cry during her sleep. "Nothing, just a bad dream," replied her, got up from her feet and walked limply to the bathroom.

Narrator’s POV— A week passed and Emily and her mom Sella Miller have settled down in Odessa. Sella has even joined a local boutique as a cashier. Emily has been having these dreams which have only got more and more vivid! She thought many times to wander in the woods but thinking of what unknown dangers might be hiding out there for her, she refrained from doing so, until this Saturday morning---- “Emily! Get your things packed for Monday. Your text books, stationaries, dress…whatever you will need on Monday!” Sella chirps happily while eating breakfast with Emily.

August would taunt me to no end. “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”