Sometimes A Dream Needs A Push Novels & Stories

I had hoped for an improvement but instead of being four or five months between her dreams, as it usually was, we had actually shortened it to a little over two months. At lunch, I had sat down with Mitchell and tried to confide in him about any ideas that he may have for me to approach this problem. He seemed to understand what I was saying a lot better than I thought he would have. He mentioned Veda having an alter ego that surfaced from time to time, but he didn't go into detail. His suggestion today was for her to continue writing out her dream and maybe it would iron itself out.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

"You want to go on a scavenger hunt for a f***ing tree that might not even exist? Just because you had a dream about it? Are you kidding me right now?" "Just listen to me for one minute. Let me explain. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it could work. I’m sure of it. However, I need your help. I can’t do this on my own. I think this dream was a sign. If it doesn’t work out, then we have nothing to lose. Unless the Forbidden Tree isn’t real in the first place. Is it real?"

"Perhaps there’s something you want to understand more deeply, both about Eric and about yourself." "I know," I replied. "But that feeling confuses me. Should I feel pity or remain focused on the justice that must be served? The dream seemed to convey a message, but I couldn’t fully grasp it." Mariana nodded, offering support. "Sometimes, dreams can serve as mirrors for our hidden feelings and thoughts. Maybe you need time to reflect and find out what that dream was truly trying to convey. Don’t hesitate to explore your feelings, as it’s part of the healing process."

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

When she finally lowered her hand, her voice was unsteady. "Shared dreams sharpen with proximity." "What does that mean?" "It means that when bloodlines carry certain traits—certain sensitivities—the connections between them can manifest during sleep. The closer two connected individuals get to each other, the more vivid the dreams become. The more real." She met my eyes. "If you're experiencing what I think you're experiencing, then whoever is on the other end of that dream isn't just reaching out from memory. They're getting physically closer to wherever we're headed."

Her eyes then shifted to the words underneath the picture, Let your dreams lead you to your destiny. She didn't agree with the saying, Grace didn't believe that your dreams could lead you that far, though they can start it, you need more than that to get you to your destination. She looked at the billboard one more time, knowing she couldn't do anything about it. She went back to her now cold coffee, passing it down seeing its state. Her eyes wondered around the cafe that was full but felt lonely to her, she sank more into her seat, picking her phone to look for notifications but none from her mum, she knew she had to call someone so she typed her only friend's number calling it.

I couldn’t keep pushing it off and saying it wasn’t more than a nightmare. Everyone I loved was in the dream and I remember hearing that all dreams have a reason, a meaning. Maybe, in the beginning, it was a nightmare but now… I know I need to talk to Ethan about my dreams. “I agree with you Adea, we need to tell Ethan about these dreams. They’re too real to ignore. Maybe it’s a sign,” Kor said. “I’ve got this insane theory, I just don’t know if I’m ready to say it out loud,” I tell her.

Was it a dream? ***