Revealing Dreams Novels & Stories

"It can be a great way to explore your subconscious mind and get in touch with your deepest thoughts and desires," the officer says. "You might even start to notice that certain things trigger certain dreams. For example, if you read a scary book before bedtime, you might have a nightmare. Or if you eat spicy food, you might have vivid, colorful dreams. Have you noticed anything like that?" he asks. "Sebastian" thinks back on his recent dreams, and realizes that there is a pattern.

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.

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

How have the dreams been? "I don't want to think about that right now. Annette told me who she is, and I don't want to believe those dreams." ‘Dreams are revelations, Sam. If they come as dreams, especially at this time when you're shifting and embracing your true powers again, I think you should think it through.’ "I don't have a good feeling about these dreams either. They don't feel real, like they actually happened. It's like a state of déjà vu in an unconscious state."

“These dreams, they might be connected to that accident.” Jean looked at her, troubled. "Cara, I’m really sorry. I wish I could tell you more, but it’s not my place. You’ll have to uncover it yourself when you’re ready." Cara knew Jean wouldn’t say more, no matter how much she pressed. Maybe it was time for her to dig into the truth herself—but she had no idea where to start. If she asked her parents, they’d only worry more. But the dreams—the strange, vivid dreams—had to be connected to her past. They might hold the key to unlocking the answers she needed.

My fingers curl tightly around the hospital blanket as my heartbeat quickens. ‎How does he know about this? ‎For a second, I consider denying it, but something tells me I need to be honest. ‎“Yes, doctor,” I admit quietly. “How did you know?” ‎He nods slowly, almost as if my answer confirms something he already suspected. ‎“What about dreams? Recurring images?” ‎A chill runs down my spine. ‎“Yes, doctor,” I whisper again, my voice weaker this time. “I’ve had all of those. But… what do they mean?”

Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon. The mark that adorned the crown of her head and the man that looked nothing like the other two smiling down at her. She felt as though she should know the people she dreamed of. Especially the woman and man that held her and cried every time she dreamed of them. They felt really important to her. If only she knew them. Welp, since she was up super early and they wouldn’t bother her it was practice time. She always followed her instinct and so far it helped keep her safe.

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.