Romans & histoires Revealing Dreams

Dream's POV The morning after Gloss confessed about the system, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every second replayed in my head, the way his voice trembled, the way he looked at me like he’d just handed over a piece of his soul. When I finally fell asleep that night, my dreams weren’t peaceful. They were filled with flashing texts and blue screens that whispered my name, as if the system itself had crawled into my subconscious. When I woke up, my phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. Messages from Adrian, reminders from work, and one notification that froze my breath. It wasn’t from any app I recognized. The letters floated above my screen, shimmering faintly before fading away.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

"More, something is bothering you. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me." Morekish hesitated, his internal struggle evident on his face. The lemon fires burned brightly, a symbol of his mother's unwavering support and guidance. Finally, he sighed and spoke, "Mom, I've been having these strange dreams, and there's this girl. I keep seeing her, and every time I do, it's like the world around me fades away." His mother's eyes softened, understanding dawning in them. "Dreams have a way of revealing hidden truths, More. They're messages from the subconscious. Tell me more about this girl."

“Vivid dreams?” She nods her head. “I’ve been having vivid dreams, Ruin. Dreams that aren’t just dreams. I see entire lives played out in seconds—people I don’t know, places I’ve never been. I didn’t understand it at first and Halo mentioned it could be a side effect of ‘seeing’ again. But I realize now that I was seeing … their fates.”

➳ Matthew woke up, feeling a light weight top of him. Raising his head, he looked down to see his little mate resting her head on his chest, still asleep. He mentally smiled as his hand brushed her chestnut-brown hair away from her face, revealing her pretty features. No matter how many times he had seen her, her beauty always took his breath away.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Josephine started having trouble sleeping. Every night, she'd sit alone in the living room, staring at the lamp she'd left on. She tried turning it off once, but when the darkness closed in around her, the memories only became clearer. The image of me curled up in the corner, the cuts running down my arm, the way my face snapped to the side when she slapped me. She unlocked her phone and opened her photo gallery. There were pictures of Brady, Owen, and the three of them together as a family.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.