Sometimes A Dream Needs A Push Novels & Stories

“I do. Why do you think I let you camp beside Brandon’s bed? He can control both your dreams, which lessen the night terrors. But you have the power to control your nightmare, too.” “I’m not a dream walker. Dreams come to me only when they want to.” “That’s true, but you can make up your dreams, right?” “I don’t think so…” “Have you never tried daydreaming before?” He cocked one eyebrow as a challenge.

All the objects I have come across in my dreams, I always felt an inexplicable pull towards them, I don't know why but there is a sense of importance to it that I can't put a finger on. Importance to know and understand and even use as it applies to me by an unseen knowledge. I am always disoriented and confused after each dream. I wanted to know what they meant. I wanted to know why I feel they are so impulsive. But all the questions I have concerning this issue gnawed at me with the answers far out of my reach! I have no one to relate all these with in Moonfang pack. I can't afford to be pulled back to my former way of living because of a series of dreams I don't understand.

"I'm older and more experienced. You're just a teenager who needs to be in school, playing games with your peers and dreaming" "Kings don't dream" "Who says you won't dream? How do you move your little village forward without a vision? Tell them the truth because eventually it would be figured out" "I won't let them know"

My breath hitched as pain shot through my skull, white-hot and unbearable. It was as if the dream realm had come alive, fighting back against the intrusion of something unnatural. I clenched my jaw, pushing past the pain. The connection between us was there—I could feel it. A fragile thread linking us together, flickering like a candle in the wind. I reached for it with my mind, trying to strengthen it. The dreamscape quaked violently, sending fractures across the sky like shattered glass. A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on.

I nodded my head at him to continue. "You need to lay down and make yourself sleep, once you do you will be in a random dream." "I'm not tired. There's no way that I'll be able to fall asleep." "Yes, you can, as a dream walker you can control falling asleep and waking yourself up." " All you have to do is lie down, relax, and clear your mind." "When you want to wake up you just have to visualize yourself waking up. It still takes time and practice but eventually you could learn how to focus your dream walking and choose whose dream you go to."

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

Or at least trust the part of me that wants to move forward. That night when I go to bed, I don’t dream. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what I needed.

“So don’t tell me this one means nothing. My gut is screaming at me, telling me something’s about to go wrong in the office.” Jennifer put her laptop aside and scooted closer. She grabbed my hands in hers, squeezing. “Listen. Even if your dreams have been on point before, you can’t let this one ruin your whole mood. You hear me? A dream only has the power you give it. You decide if it plays out or not.” I frowned. “It ain’t that easy.”

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.

“Not yet, but I will surely start petitioning for one.” Camille leaned back in her chair. “It just felt so real.” Sally had a wicked grin. “I bet it did.” “I’m serious.” She shrugged again. “Dreams can give us clues to areas of our lives that require attention.” “So, my unconscious mind is telling me that I need to get laid?” “Pretty much.” Someone knocked at the front door. Usually, Cooper charged for it, barking and threatening to shred the person knocking into pieces. But this time, Cooper sniffed the air, whined, and raced upstairs, squeaking the whole time as if someone had kicked him.