Novel & Cerita Scattered Dreams

"What do you think, Mommy?" Marilyn giggled. "Then I'll try too." The four of them dissolved into laughter, a picture of perfect harmony. Lucy switched off her phone. She gathered every gift Steven had ever given her, every letter he had ever written, carried them to the rooftop, and set them all on fire. Ten years' worth of memories. There was so much. It took her an entire night to burn them all. Maybe even the heavens wanted to help. As dawn approached, rain poured over Hartemis City. The ashes were washed away, leaving no trace behind.

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

I no longer choose to dream because I start believing that it is absurd. Because what precisely is a dream? Is it like crumbled leaves and stems from a tree falling from the highest altitude and touched down on the rock bottom like shards of glass? I cannot put everything back together, having known that the coming years are a clouded reflection that I cannot seem to decrypt from afar as the fumes engulf me. But what must I do? In order to preserve your sanity, you must keep on dreaming. Unsurprisingly, I no longer have it. *** Unknown POV

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

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.

While I was busy handling various work tasks, I suddenly received a new email in my inbox, sent by Carl, Mike’s assistant. I paused for a moment, feeling a bit puzzled, and opened the email. The beginning read, "Madam, I don't know if you'll be able to see this email. Over the past days, I’ve tried every possible way to contact you, but all my efforts have been in vain. I was thinking, since you’ve canceled your identity, you must no longer be in the country." As I continued reading, my heart skipped a beat. "You don’t know, but Mr. Ashton has been nearly driven mad these days."

“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.

Ebony ~Dreamland~ The past few nights have been chaotic for me. The forest in my dreams is wild with oddly colored leaves and crazed wildlife. As I run towards the lake, it feels like everything is trying to keep me away but I only push forward even as the chaos blurs my vision. It only stops when I make it to the lake... and tonight is no different. I take a deep breath and look around hugging myself. Skylar hasn't been clear either. I'd see him and yet he's like a ghost in a movie... completely transparent. His voice sounds so far away too but that's not what always catches my attention.