Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

~ A M E L I A ~ I wondered if I had gotten even a minute of peaceful sleep last night, which is something I seemed to ask myself every morning I’d wake since… I can’t even remember how long. It felt like forever at this point. Those three recurring dreams taunted me every night without permitting me any relief by allowing me to force myself to wake up. Engulfed in flames, surrounded by crying newborns. Attacked by a wolf with ash fur and eyes like a demon.

The wound still felt raw, like it was just yesterday. My head hung low, deep in thought. This time, it wasn’t solely on Adeline but rather a little invader, haunting my dreams. “It’s the damn dream, again,” I said, frustrated, running my fingers through my long, lush hair. Heather looked at me, worry evident in her eyes. “Zeeb, look, I feel you’re forcing meanings into those dreams, finding a bit of closure in them. Everyone has dreams about people they’ve never met. So please—”

Heather POV I’m in that forest again, at least I think it’s the same one. Things are still blurry and muffled. This time, instead of a cave, I can hear yelling, and it sounds as if someone is running. The sound of branches snapping right behind me had me whipping around to see who it was. I can’t make out any figures, but I can tell that it is a woman. I watch as she bends down, grabs a handful of animal droppings and starts to rub it on her clothes. The only thing I can think that she is doing is trying to disguise her scent. She must be trying to hide from the people who are yelling. I really need to learn how to control these visions. Ahhh if I could only see her clearer or understand wha

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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

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED

The room had a single window looking out towards the industrial parts of Cardiff Bay, and I wouldn’t have liked to stay there longer than a single night, but the bed was comfortable enough that I slept soundly through most of the night. As always, though, strange dreams of Scarlett plagued me. They felt so real in the moment but they dispersed, like dandelion seeds on the wind, the moment I woke. I wanted to believe that I’d been speaking to her; I knew better, though. Hope was foolish in times like these, as I’d said to Marla every time we’d had this conversation. She thought it was some ability of the mate bond, maybe made manifest by Scarlett’s powers – considering how little we knew abo

“It’s unchanged. Since neither Miss Scarlett nor her agency has made any statements, the discussion still revolves around Miss Scarlett assaulting someone and… the rumors about her having a wealthy backer.” He narrowed his eyes. “Send cease-and-desist letters to those rumor-mongers!” I nodded. “Understood.” ***** Scarlett’s POV: I didn’t sleep well that night. My dreams were chaotic, a jumble of disjointed scenes flashing in and out, yet all the images remained blurry. I strained to make them clear, but the dreams were shrouded in a thick fog. No matter how hard I tried, the images stayed indistinct. Finally, a tall figure emerged from the fog, walking toward me.

"Scarlett what the hell did you dream about?" . .*

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.