Revealing Dreams Novels & Stories

I don’t like that she is not telling me everything. "Yes, I saw it," she replied, her voice a soothing murmur tinged with curiosity. "It was unexpected, to say the least." A sense of unease tugged at the edges of my consciousness as I pondered the significance of the dream. "What do you think it means?" I ventured, seeking guidance from my wise and steadfast companion. Eva's response was measured, her words imbued with a sense of contemplation. "Dreams often carry messages from the depths of our subconscious," she explained. "Perhaps it symbolizes a new beginning, or a hidden desire within your heart."

I was terrified that if I looked at it even one more time, I would finish the bag off. I realized I still had my eyes closed, and when I opened them the world looked different. It looked right again. All the colors of my office popped like a surreal movie with shades that couldn't exist in this dimension. Small tracers followed behind the bulbs that light up the small room, but only for the first few seconds of the buzz. It was blissful. I stood up and made myself over to my twin sized bed and plopped down face first. The rush of the boost was going to amplify my dreams tonight, and I couldn't wait.

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Any information is good information, as long as I leave before I’m the next one to talk. “My name is Revel. I thought I would do you a favour and assure you that as long as you live here, in the oblivious life that you do, these dreams will continue. Going to therapy is futile,” he informs me. “Why? Why am I having these dreams?” I question.

"No, I won't tell you now, let's just watch and see. For now, we will continue to pray, I hope God will demystify everything to us." "Hmmm, here we go again. Is it still about the dream I told you about?" "I can't process everything together for now but I'm trusting God on it for clarification." "To be honest, there is nothing to be worried about. It's just a nightmare and I think it's normal for one to have such kind of dream once In a while." " I don't agree with you, some dreams are meant for revelation." "Yeah, I know but not all dreams are revelation." "Reason why we need to ask for discerning spirit. Ability to understand dream and interpret it."

The key held the power to unlock the hidden truths, to illuminate the path that lay ahead. When I awoke, a renewed sense of purpose filled my being. I rushed to Ethan, clutching the key in my hand, excitement and hope radiating from every pore. Together, we analyzed the dreams once more, using the newfound clarity and the key as our guide. Through our combined efforts and unwavering determination, we began to unravel the web of cryptic messages and warnings. We discovered a convergence of events, a convergence that threatened to disrupt our lives and endanger those we held dear. The dreams had been a desperate plea from my subconscious, urging me to take action and avert the impending danger

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.”

My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower. Rushing into the kitchen, I get me a bottle of water and guzzle it down. My heart's pounding. After I calm myself I feel disgusting. I take a long shower then go out to the balcony. It's one in the morning and peaceful. The waves of the lake settle me. I ask God what on earth was that dream about? I know most dreams are meaningless. They come through anxiety and the busyness of the day, but some dreams stick. Most times you can't even remember your dreams right after you wake up, but I remember this dream in full detail. Each time I think of it I become afraid.