Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

But I know, I know that I saw him stand out from all the hundreds of feet. But my obsession with my own delusional thought does not go unnoticed, " You might as well give up, Tyler. You shall, never, and let me say never, see him again. The same chance you will see the Snowcap Mountains melt that shall be the chance you shall ever see Tyler again. I have gone far and wide to make sure that this shall happen." "I guess I am not the only one being delusional over here. My dear Brendan, I think you should start to reconsider your position."

I say, offering her a warm smile. She takes a hesitant seat beside me, her eyes darting around the garden as if to make sure we’re alone. It’s clear she’s unsettled, a stark contrast to her usual fiery demeanor. “Thanks, Camellia,” she starts, her voice a little shaky. “It’s just... I’ve been having these dreams lately. Horrible dreams where I... I hurt everyone I love. I can’t control it, and it feels so real.” I lay my book down, giving her my full attention. Her face is pale, the usual spark in her eyes dimmed by fear. “That sounds terrifying. Do you want to talk about what happens in these dreams?”

CHAPTER 13 The Encrypted Cipher Adrian POV The blue glare of the monitor painted the walls of my study in a sickly, bruised shade, matching the dull,deep relentless pulse behind my temples. For three days, sleep had been nothing more than a whisper,i dont sleep at night anymore,a distant luxury traded away for the desperate hunt through lines of corrupted code and corrupted metadata. Every keystroke felt like walking across broken glass, the weight of a looming disaster pressing down on my chest until drawing a full breath became a conscious effort.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

The council murmured, their attention fixed on the subtle aurora-like glow threading through the chamber. --- Global Dreamscape — Sophia’s Perspective Sophia moved through dreamscapes made of fragments: sunlight on ocean waves, the scent of pine forests after rain, the laughter of children she had never met, the sighs of lovers in hidden rooms. Each memory, each feeling, became a note in the symphony. She felt the fears too: isolation in a Mumbai slum, grief in a Parisian apartment, rage in a Chicago street. They surged toward her, raw and unfiltered. Yet even these chaotic threads, when touched by the resonance, softened, integrated, transformed into understanding.

a long time ago. Scar couldn't ease his restless mind, no matter how much he tossed and turned. It seemed like everything was moving at 100mph and Scar just couldn't keep up. As he sat on the edge of his creaky single bed, his head in his hands, Scar breathed slowly trying to calm himself down. He wanted it all to stop, the dreams, the memories, the voices... He didn't want to be haunted anymore. Scar thought more heavily, trying to think of anything, something else! Something other than that... and that's when a pair of crystal blue eyes flooded his mind, stopping his distorted breathing altogether.

“I just don’t know how it’s possible.” My dreams started around a year ago. At first, they were random and happened once in a while. I tried stopping them but I couldn’t. About three or so months ago, they became constant. They happened almost every single day. Sometimes I couldn’t clearly tell what was happening, but one thing, or, should I say, one person, remained clear. A girl with long black hair. Sadie. Before, the dreams were just normal. Her with friends, laughing, and being silly. That kind of thing. But those from a few months ago were darker. Sometimes I wake up with her chilling screams still ringing in my fucking ears.

Flames devoured the structure, painting the night sky in violent red. "Amanda!" I roared her name and tried to rush in, but hands grabbed me, restraining me hard. "Alpha! You can't go in! It's too dangerous!" I inhaled sharply, searching the air for her scent. Amanda's scent—that one familiar trace—was already swallowed by smoke and burning timber. No. She couldn't be trapped inside. She couldn't be dead. I tore through the ruins and the surrounding forest like a beast gone mad. I searched every corner. I called her name until my throat split.

The moonlight hit him the way moonlight had no business hitting anyone outside of a very specific genre of film I had consumed too much of as a teenager. The scar on his wrist glowed faintly. Mine answered it, a dull throb I felt all the way up my shoulder. "What is this," I said. "A dreamscape." He crossed his arms. "The rejection didn't fully sever the bond. It left a — I don't know, a seam. The bond is using it." "How do you know that?" "Because I've been in my uncle's research notes and also because this is obviously a dreamscape, Calla, look at it."