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Amanda's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the pack she loved succumb to ruin. Abruptly, Amanda jerked awake, her body drenched in sweat, her breaths coming in rapid bursts. She found herself back in the familiarity of her own room, the remnants of the dream clinging to her like a ghostly embrace. She clutched her chest, desperately trying to slow her racing heart, but the lingering fear and unease threatened to consume her. Unable to dismiss the vividness of the vision, Amanda's thoughts raced. Was this a mere creation of her subconscious, or a glimpse into a possible future? The cryptic nature of dreams left her questioning their validity, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that th

Amber cried out in pain, instantly drawing all of Jeremy's attention. He turned to me, his voice cold. "Are you satisfied now?" The entire household erupted into chaos as everyone rushed to support Amber, even urgently calling for a doctor. As they were leaving, Christine didn't forget to turn back and scream at me. "You cursed wretch!" I stood in place until my legs went numb before finally making my way to the maid's room. The exhaustion, both physical and emotional, crushed me completely. I collapsed onto the narrow single bed and fell into a deep sleep.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

I could feel his body moving on top of mine, making me lose control of myself. At that time, I was on the verge, almost reaching climax, drowning in the intense pleasure. But suddenly, a loud and unfamiliar sound woke me up. The deafening sound of the alarm ripped through the silence of the night, and in an instant, the dream was shattered into pieces. I woke up with a gasp, my body sweating and my heart still beating fast. My eyes were wide open, staring at the dark ceiling of the room. I tried to catch my breath, trying to come back to reality, but the remnants of the dream were still so real in my mind.

His intense gaze met mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. My senses slowly awakened, I became acutely aware of Jake's closeness, the heat of his body radiating beside me. Memories of the vivid dream I had just awoken from flooded my mind, a dream where I was on top of Jake riding the waves of pleasure, leaving me breathless and wanting more. "It's time for you to get ready for school." he advised. "Thank you for waking me up." I would surely not bother to set my alarms in the mornings with a wake up like this.

I paused as I thought about some excuse, “it’s bothering. You’re bothered about it, right?” Dang. “Ah. Y-yeah. It’s quite scary, but I can still h-handle.” “Um...” I breathed. “Lucid dreaming can help... a dream during which dreamers, while dreaming, are aware that they are dreaming. However,” I said, “it takes a lot of practice. Some people take on superpowers or special abilities, so they can fight back against the attacker. Escaping, you can do things like flying away or even doing techniques to deliberately wake up from the nightmare.”

was the last thing I heard before drifting into deep sleep, knowing I was safe in his arms. I groaned as I awakened inside my dream, finding myself in a world of chaos. Great walls surrounded the scene, and in the center, fierce wolves ran toward me, passing through my body as if I were nothing more than a shadow. I spun on my heels, watching the direction they were heading, and began walking quickly, eager to discover what was happening. Was this a vision?

Rieka Seth's alarm went off, and I gently elbowed him to hurry up and turn it off. I wish that I could say that the annoying sound had woken me up, but I was already awake after having another bad dream. Dreams about a life I didn't live, of people I didn't know, of a time I didn't recognize. But the dreams were the least of my worries, at least for right now. I needed to get my ass out of bed and get ready for training.

These memories feel real enough to touch, smell, and hear despite being decades old. Zack bolts upright in bed, gasping as the vivid dream of his mother fades like smoke. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his heart pounds against his ribs as if he has just run a marathon. The empty space beside him feels colder than usual, more noticeable now that Anna’s presence is a tangible absence. “Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, rubbing his temples to clear the remaining fragments of the memory. Dreams about his mom rarely visit anymore; they usually surface when he is stressed or feeling particularly vulnerable. Glancing at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he sees it is only four thirty in

I didn't reply, merely blocking him and turning off my phone before leaning back on my seat and falling soundly asleep. I dreamed of those dark days, when Elise had kicked the urn holding my mother's ashes. When its contents spilled on the ground, I freaked out and tried to scoop them up, only for her to crush my fingers beneath her feet. I could only watch as Mom's ashes were blown away by the wind. "Your mom's a dumb bitch," she said with a sneer. "I told her that I'd give Dad back to her if she jumped down from the building, and she believed me!"