Story Of Dreams Novels & Stories

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Joana spoke with tearing eyes. Emma leaned in and hugged her" it's fine, let's leave the past to rest in the past" she spoke calmly with emotion. Her past life was nothing to remember."Emma, you are your mother's daughter. Aunt Mariana would be very proud of you if she was to see you right now. Despite all that happened to you, you still managed to fulfill your dreams. Am extremely happy for you" She praised her in between sobs. Emma had always wanted to work in a big company and get married to the most handsome man in the world whereas Joana wished to exist as a famous actress but hers was not in reality yet.

Through their presence, the dreams became not just a series of disjointed visions but a pathway to understanding the intricate pattern of my own story. In this vague space between dreams and unconsciousness, my past unfolded in a series of vivid descriptions and accounts. The moon goddess's mysterious message resounded, acting as a guiding thread through the labyrinth of my own memories. Each dream served as a picture, a fragment of a greater narrative that held the key to unravelling the quality of my existence. The moon goddess's ethereal beauty, the visceral horror of betrayal and violence, the comforting presence of my mates – all woven into the intricate tapestry of my being.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

But maybe I should share my dreams with her so she could understand why I'm acting this way. "I will tell you everything but promise me that you won't think that I'm just hallucinating or making up a story, okay?" I said to her. I finally decided to tell her about my dream. Someone should know about it so that I have someone to talk to and get an opinion about it. When she nodded at me I began to tell her about my dream from the very beginning until I fell off the high cliff and woke up on top of my bed. Chel seriously listening to my story and she literally opens her mouth after hearing it all.

She started from the beginning, from the weird dream that beesotted her since she was able to know what dreams were. She told him about the evil and ugly witch always present in her dreams whilst growing up, and the fact that the witch kept singing nefarious chants and threatening to kill her mother before shooting her an arrow. She talked about the other dreams, the one where she had seen beings known as ancients, who drank blood but didn’t kill, except they were killing off the undead called vampires. She also told him of the confusions that had arisen from having the dream. Like why would she be having these dreams? Kaden said nothing in reply, choosing to listen. Even though his heart wa

the sleeper cells planted the bomb as it detonated the place came crashing down and the explosion distroyed everything even my only leaving family in this world Alex, my love as I still loved her, I was never shot by a bullet my spine got injured in the blast, at their diying moments they only had one wish that is for me to take care fo their son like if he was my own and I fainted I had serious ingury in my spine and brain to escape the horrors of loosing my loved once again I totally removed them from my mind, I had taken the persona and thought that I was the one who married Mary, I thought I was Brendan's father I created a world for my self to escape from every thing from my past, when

Thea smiled and said, "Mommy was fine. You didn't have to worry about me." Kassidy shook her head. Thea frowned, "Mommy didn't lie to you, Mommy had Daddy's company, Mommy was very happy." Kassidy shook her head again, and for some reason, tears welled up in her eyes. "What happened, Kassidy?" Kassidy choked up and said, "Mommy, I always had dreams. Strange and peculiar dreams." "What did Kassidy dream about?" Kassidy's body trembled weakly, "I dreamt of one daddy tying up another daddy, imprisoning him in the basement, and desperately beating him."

I opened my mouth to answer, only to close it again. I had never really told anyone about the dreams before. I didn’t even know how to explain them without sounding insane. How was I supposed to tell her that all my mates were always trying to drag me down from a throne while Kael looked like he was dying beneath them? “It’s okay if you don’t want to say it,” Atasha said gently after noticing my hesitation. The room grew quieter after that, but then she swallowed softly, her breath hitching before she spoke again. “I used to have bad dreams too,” she admitted quietly. “Back during the war between everyone. They used to be horrible.”

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.