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"Believe me, your majesty. They do not pay me enough to read minds. But, I will do my best to explain to you why you have the dreams you have." I felt relaxed. Finally, some answers. "You see, over the course of the years I have spent studying and interacting with both patients and colleagues, I have come to understand something. The places, events, and people you dream about are often related to your memories. So, when a waking life event reminds you of your past, you are more likely to dream about a memory." I narrowed my eyes on him as he spoke. "Are you saying that the woman in the dream might be someone I used to know?"

I felt like a bird which was freed from its cage every time I opened my eyes to beads of sweat tricking down my chest as tears flowed freely from my eyes. The gruesome images in my dreams were vividly playing in my mind even as I was now fully awake when the shrill ringing of my alarm clock which was set for 3.a.m brought me out of my reveries. The alarm was a wakeup call for me to wake up and perform salatul tahajud. It was the only thing that brought me closer to my Rabb. I had a restless night thanks to the nightmares that plagued and dominated my mind each time I closed my eyes which made me extremely afraid of sleeping.

She looked around hoping the cowards would at least show themselves to her but instead her eyes landed on a huge tree a few feets away from her and written on it were the words, 'They are already here. Kira woke up from her dream in the middle of the night whilst panting heavily. Beads of sweats formed on her forehead as she tried really hard to catch her breath. Kira wasn't one to dream very often and it surprised her to think that she could actually dream for this long and wake up with such messed up emotions. The worst part of everything was the fact that the dream felt so graphic and real to the point where it almost felt like reality. She bolted out of bed and went towards the center ta

Dad suggests while looking over at me as I sit still watching them with a vacant expression almost like I’m looking through them. “Raven,” Dad softly speaks watching me sit staring at the foot of my bed slowly becoming numb. I can see our dad get up with my peripheral vision hearing only muffled sound as he spoke. I can’t hear him unable to take my eyes away from the black cloak at the foot of my bed as I lose myself trying to remember why I have it and where it came from. I barely look up into his eyes before shifting into my blood red wolf and darting out of our bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door.

She sat up on bed with a jerk taking fast breathe. Her whole body is covered with cold sweat . Placing her trembling hand on her wild heart she tried to control her ragged breath. Again that screams . Again she is haunted by that voices. Again that nightmare. Closing her eyes she calm her heart beat. With a long sigh she finally open eyes and darted them onto wall. 6am. "Thank god", she mumble rubbing her face. Thank god she wake up on time. Her eye bangs are evidence that she didn't have a proper sleep. First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares.

Climbing in bed I try to sleep, but my mind is stuck, stuck between wishing I hadn't stopped Marcus, and then worried about Katy, what did they fall out over that caused her to run? An hour passes by as my mind wanders until I become too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dreams are vivid, I feel like I am crying in my sleep, my body shaking. Why am I having dreams now? Why are they showing me Jackson and Marcus locked up and getting hurt? I don't sleep well, I try to wake up from the dreams but struggle to, so they plague me all night, waking up it is morning, and my eyes are soaked from the tears, so I was crying.

Her hands fly over the canvas, the physical manifestation of her racing thoughts. “Don’t tell Father about this but I’ve been having dreams.” She says. “What kind?” “Terrifying kind. The kind that gives me sleep paralysis that I can’t wake up from. I stopped sleeping since, I don’t even remember the last time I did that.” I’m getting more worried. Sleeping itself is not essential but going so long without a shut eye will only increase your exhaustion and sluggishness. “What did you dream about?”

I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream. She jolted awake at my effort, looking scared and surprised. It took a moment for her to realize that she had been trapped in a nightmare. She was covered in sweat, her breathing rapid and shallow. After a few moments, she finally spoke, her voice trembling, "I'm okay now. You can go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you up."

Chapter 18. When Dylan finally woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. By that point, I had finished watching two horror movies, snacking my way through the afternoon like a true couch potato. I wasn’t proud of it—but I kind of was. It's a similar feeling from before, my whole life had revolved around working, day and night, until the pressure was ingrained in my mind and body.. That's why a small break could put me uneasy, a psychological shadow. But if that small break snowballs into a prolonged vacation, my body would naturally forget the tension but my mind would be uncomfortable, always looking for work and yet too lazy to work.

“Yeah. It's early in the morning already. So yeah, I'm awake.” “Well, I wasn't expecting you to be up so early.” “So what makes an exception for you? You even look like you're pondering something.” Maybe if I tell him about the dream, he might offer some help or better still an insight “It was just a dream, Ralph.” “A dream that woke you up like this? Come on, you've got to do better than that.” “Fine! It just seemed like a warning. I can't seem to make any sense out of it.”