Reading In Dreams Novels & Stories

The scent of roasted meats and fresh bread floats through the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. The rest of the household is already gathered, laughter and conversation filling the room. As we take our seats, I catch Thalia’s eye across the table. She gives me a small, knowing smile, and I can’t help but wonder if she knows more about my dream than she’s letting on. Throughout dinner, I find myself distracted, turning over the images from my dream and the mysterious message urging me to “read.”

After all, it could all have been just my mind, playing tricks on me. He stands up when that conversation ended and goes to my study table. He picks up my note and begins reading. "Hey..." I shout at him, but he quickly gestures for me to lower my voice. "Then, don't pick up just anything," I say as a contrast. He gives me the face of "I clearly understand, ma'am". I collect the book from him and as I stuff it inside the drawer at the side of the table, he speaks, "you've been having dreams, have you not?"

I walk over to her, shaking Roman and Lara with a slight shake of the head as her eyes meet mine; I feel close to the last option, before Linda and her boyfriend. There are a few books on the table, however I question they are using any later ones to research the titles. “Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes.

When I looked closely, the fire was on her clothes. Scared to my bones, I screamed her name but I couldn't do anything. I watched her as she kept screaming my name while she burnt. I jerked up from my bed. Realising it was a dream, I jumped up, rushed to the bathroom, washed my face, tied my hair up and rushed out of the house. I got Lily from school even though she hadnt closed yet. She bombarded me with questions but i just ignored them. Lily was not dying on me, I would protect her to the last. I kept my eyes on her all day and nothing happened.

He continues. "What dream was it about?" "About you." He answers right away and sighs the next second. “W-What happened?” I asked hesitantly. "It was a dream mostly about you. I found myself wearing white, all white and I was standing far away from you. I was looking at you. Observing you. You were reading a book and you were in the garden with Ben and Bethany. You were all smiling. They were playing and laughing. You were having fun. You looked so happy together." He smiles while narrating.

“I think that the river is going to flood, and those people will drown… Or the bodies will come from somewhere. I’ve had it happen twice now…” “What?” Tyler was intrigued. “Dreaming about people drowning?” He had his phone and was searching on it. “According to my dream interpretation app, you dream about others drowning if you have unresolved anger issues, and yourself drowning if you’re feeling overwhelmed by emotions.” “I don’t think it was an ordinary dream, I think it was a vision, I guess,” she winced even saying the word because it sounded so B-grade horror movie. “Five years ago, I was in the library on a raining day, and I had this vision of a boy coming in and shooting people. Of m

I jumped onto the bed, pulling the blankets around me, and closed my eyes. Sleep came easily, and with it, the dreams. Vivid, strange dreams that danced through my mind like fragments of a forgotten story. Faces I couldn’t quite recognize, voices that seemed familiar yet distant. I dreamed of Chloe, of her tear-streaked face and the fear that gripped her. I dreamed of Chris, of his lifeless body on the ground, the blood pooling around him. And I dreamed of the message Chloe had received, the one that had terrified her so much.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

*** ROMAN. I’m locked in a constant state of dreams and uncomfortable thoughts. Image after image flash in my head, and it’s taking so much energy from me. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m looking at. Sometimes, I do know. It’s just not the kind of image I want to see, much less remember.

Stop thinking about it. But I couldn’t stop. Every time I blinked, I saw it — the way his eyes had looked in my dream, dark and unreadable, the way his mouth had moved down my throat, the way I’d clutched at him like I couldn’t breathe without him. It felt real. Too real. I shook my head, my nails digging into the cover of my book. “No,” I muttered under my breath, ignoring the looks people threw my way. “It was just a dream. It has to be.”