Perbedaan Dream Dan Dreams の小説・ストーリー

If I think properly, half the time of the day, I spent sleeping, and the rest I lay around the apartment like a dead sack, staring at nothing in particular. My eyes start closing slowly and before the darkness can pull me completely into its embrace I feel a hand caress my cheek and lips touch my forehead. I feel myself getting carried and after that, I don't remember anything. Dreams, horrify me, I see things, I don't remember when I wake up, Ramon says they are not dreams but nightmares. But I don't understand the difference. I know I had them because when I wake up I am always drenched in sweat, my heart pounds in my chest and my body shakes like I am in between a hurricane.

Bob shared, sighing deeply as he locked his gaze on the models. “Dream?” I asked, looking at him. Bob scoffed. “Eve, a dream is when you see rainbows and unicorns. What I had was a nightmare. I must have been watching too many horror movies with my boyfriend,” he chuckled. “You and your boyfriend broke up?” Bethany chuckled, guessing about Bob’s dream. He sighed and rolled his eyes, facing my best friend. “I always think of that as an opportunity to find someone better, Beth.” He paused, his brows furrowing. “The truth? I can’t remember much about it, but it’s something related to the company.”

Irene said, folding her arms across her chest. “Irene—” I start, but Selene beats me to it. “It concerns a dream that I had last night,” she said, her eyes leveling with mine, and a knowing glint was hidden in them. A dream. I felt frozen in my place as I stared back at her; could she mean that she’s been having the same dreams that I had? Or were they something different? “A dream?” Irene scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re interrupting our lessons because you had a dream?”

Dahlia, who had been in the bathroom with me, took out lilies from a bag and placed it into a transparent water vase on the window sill. Then it hit me. The dream I had nights ago was yet to be deciphered. "Dahlia," I called. She placed the last stalk into the water and turned to me with raised brows. "Yes?" "What do you know about dreams and memories?" Dahlia gave me a soft smile and came to stand before me before leaning against the wall. "Our dreams are not precisely memories, but memories can sometimes evoke them. In addition, some people experience dreams about memories or even future events. That's a simple way to put it."

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and over again. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, there

I'm no prophet, so I need to understand the purpose of my dreams. This has never happened to me before. I know these dreams are here as a warning or protection. It's hard to admit that because many people are so consumed with being mystical. They'll think I'm somehow in a deeper realm or on a supreme level because of a dream. Dreams come through much activity. Dreams are compared to the abundance of words spoken by a fool, meaning most are frivolous or meaningless. I don't need people attaching some flattering title to me because I'm having nightmares.

"Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares." Oh what! He was the same person that told me I was never raped. "What are you trying to say to us?" Mr. Ajibade said in a little tone of anger. "Ai was raped by him. It was never an imagination. The same doctor can testify to it that, he saw that in her while she was sleeping. Nightmare and hallucination are two different things." He cleared out. "The witness has changed his –"

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.

The grief was there and the grief was changing and that was allowed. But the dream had a different quality than grief. Grief was the feeling of something missing. The space where something had been. The dream was not that. The dream was the feeling of something present, something trying to reach me from somewhere, something that knew my name and had numbers to tell me and said help through water-sound with the specific urgency of someone who meant it. I thought about what it would mean if she was not at peace. This thought arrived and I looked at it.

"And what?" "It just scares me, that's all. When your grandmother dreamt of the flood, all she saw were muddied floors and a drop of rain. And those were in two different dreams. Her own mother dreamed of a failed assassination attempt. By dreamt I mean she saw a knife falling to the floor. Nothing else." Her gaze held mine. "Do you see the difference?" I did. Immediately. Those were moments. Snapshots. Pieces. My dreams weren't. The realization settled slowly in my chest.