Novel & Cerita Revealing Dreams

“What dreams?” The words tumbled out of me before fear could stop them. “It started when I came to Blackthorne. The dreams are vivid. Too vivid. I see things… my parents, the ambush, my uncle. I watch like a ghost. No one sees me and I pass through objects. It feels too real and recently, I have come to be able to decipher reality and the dream. In the dream, I am aware that I’m dreaming… I don’t know if you understand.” Should I tell them about my brother? About my uncle’s betrayal? No. Not yet. To them, these were just dreams. To me, they were something more. But accusing my uncle now based on a mere dream could turn dangerous.

If only she knew. I had never said a word of it to anyone, but over the past few nights, I have been getting strange dreams. Lucid dreams that felt so real that I woke up with ice-cold limbs. I didn't remember them once I was up, but the phantom feeling of their occurrence always remained. How could I explain that to anyone? And anyway, they could actually mean nothing. But what if they mean something? I pushed the thought into the deep recesses of my mind.

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

She knew I wasn't myself. The dreams lingered in my mind, taunting me with their vividness and intensity. I couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying to tell me something, that they held a secret that I desperately needed to uncover. But every time I tried to grasp the threads of the dreams, a sharp pain would lance through my head, forcing me to recoil. The pain was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was as if my mind was trying to protect itself from some hidden truth, some revelation that would shatter the fragile balance I'd managed to maintain.

I walked back to the living room, shouting out to her. I whirled across the living room with my eyes darting around. ~Back in the bedroom~ “Mother?” I uttered, quickly sitting up. I tried to calm my racing heart with my eyes darting around the room. I wiped away the beads of sweat that covered my forehead as a result of the nightmare. What was that all about? What was Mother telling me? I looked at Zeehan and slowly rested my back on the bed. I pulled the duvet to our

It's uneasy, disturbed by strange dreams that seem to echo my inner turmoil. Shadows and whispers fill my dreams, a reflection of my concealed thoughts and the secret I'm too afraid to share. It's as if my subconscious is trying to confront me with the very thing I'm trying to suppress while awake. Despite the unease, it's a relief to escape into sleep, even if just for a little while, from the constant weight of my secret.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

“With the way your life’s going right now, we’ll believe anything” She glared at her friends. She scoffed. “Very funny Dominica. But anyway, if you must know, I…been having these strange dreams lately” She whispered lowly, leaning her body forward on the table, her friends following suit as they also leaned forward, wanting to hear the big fat secret their friend had to share. “What kind of dream?” Rue listened closely. Scarlet gulped, debating whether She should tell them or not, She shook her head, She knew She was digging her own grave but still….”W-wet Dreams” She revealed and their mouths sealed, She watched as they share silent glances at each other before turning back to her.

My body reacts to his voice with unmistakable fear and… This is embarrassing but… it seems my sexual urges were awakened, by the same man who keeps showing up in my dreams. Every time, after I dream about him, I wake up only to find my panties soaking wet. God, what is happening to me? Suddenly, a fierce determination washed over me like an ice bucket splashed over my head. I need answers. Grabbing my phone, I open my browser. I officially begin my search by typing in random searches about dreams, glowing eyes, and anything else that might give me a clue.

I replied and her eyes snapped up to meet mine again "But she didn't tell me exactly what your gift was because I at least wanted to hear it from you" Her lip trembled slightly before she bit down on it "It's nothing grand. I just have these dreams where I see things. Some of those dreams comes to happen while others are kind of revelations" My brows creased slightly "Revelations? What do you mean?" "I dreamt about Ravina even before we learnt her identity" she said and my eyes widened "You did?" She nodded "Yes, though I didn't know who she was until today. I also dream about..... someone else"