Revealing Dreams Novels & Stories

"I did. I just never knew what it could be. Recurring dreams are the mind's way of trying to reconnect and clarify an event. There's a block somewhere and sometimes people have triggers that can help. You said you saw monsters, and if we were watching anything with monsters in it, you'd start crying. I often wondered if that was your childhood mind's way of creating something to cover something else." "Like people?" "Yes. Like people. You never dreamt about the car hitting you. Not once." She presses her lips together. "Of course, these are all just assumptions.Myassumptions. Your father is a very secretive man, but your mother was secretive too. When you first started having nightmares, I a

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

This was just my way of telling him to excuse me, I am very tired and I need rest. “ Okay, rest well,” he excused me and left the house. I slumped heavily on the couch and dozed off immediately. I turned around panting and growling heavily, I forced myself to wake up as I jotted up from my sleep, sweating profusely like a ram that is about to be butchered. “ Which kind of revelation is this?” I pondered loudly, the dream was more of a revelation than a bad dream. Anytime I have that kind of bad dream, it simply means I have to rescue the victim.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

I breathed, barely audible. Not Gavin. Not this time. Not in my dreams. He was the one my mind reached for when I stopped trying to control everything. The one my heart walked toward when no one was watching. I sank back into the pillows, eyes wide open, tears slipping silently down my cheeks. Not sadness. Not joy. Just the truth. Raw and terrifying. Because dreams don’t lie. Not the deep ones. Not the ones that surface when the world goes quiet. And tonight… mine had whispered something I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’

The anomaly Victoria’s bloodwork had triggered was evolving inside her, and now it was visible. She’d tried to ignore it, but now even her dreams weren’t safe. Each night, she saw flashes of labs burning, Liam shouting her name, a child’s heartbeat echoing like thunder. And every morning, the same woman, Rhea, whom she’d finally learned was her name, appeared at her door with tea and questions. “Tell me about the dreams,” Rhea said one morning, sitting opposite her. “I already told you. They don’t mean anything.” Rhea tilted her head. “You don’t believe that. You know they’re messages.”

"We will be bound for life. Once you choose me, that bond is permanent..." "I understand all of that. This was a deliberate decision," I said, stepping closer and looking him in the eye. "Damien, I have a secret to tell you." He looked at me, confused. "I often have prophetic dreams," I said, weaving a white lie. "In my dreams, I've seen many possible futures." It wasn't a complete lie. Being reborn had shown me the future—the painful one I had already lived. "In those dreams, I saw your kindness, your courage, your sacrifice," my voice started to tremble, because those parts were true. "I saw all the pain you endured to protect me. I saw you..."