Story Of Dreams Novels & Stories

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and

*** D A R E K Dreams. I keep having dreams of her. Continues dreams. Some are too vivid and make me believe that she's actually there and some are too vague. So vague that I want to figure them out. It was like all the dreams were telling me a story. I don't know what kind of story because they were all jumbled up. The first one I had was more like a nightmare because it was memory. The last memory I had of her.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.

After what happened between I and my parents I have decided to let go of my dreams of studying abroad and focus more on my Education . Since I can’t have that I should hold on to the one I already have. Things have become a little bit different at school. Actually, things have changed and these days I am more on my own than with friends except for a particular student who is always around me at times. My face flushed red when I thought of all the times we've spent together "What are you smiling about "

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Sia continued and said, “Look, Ronin ! I have told you that these dreams are just manipulating your life but there is no reality in it, so don't think about it so much,just treat your dreams like a dream, don't make it your reality, otherwise it will create a big trouble for you and sometimes dream manipulates your psychological behavior so don't let your dream bother you.” “Sia ! Why don't you understand? My dreams are not normal ! There are some messages hidden in my dreams because I used to see those dreams from my childhood and now it is very deep and there are a lot of things which make me realize that my dreams are real and they are not just dreams.” Ronin tried to explain Sia instead

I've been searching for the so-called library for three days with no results. Aside from that, another thing occupying my thoughts is… my dreams. I still don't get why I keep dreaming about those strange people. I think it's trying to force me to learn something. I look forward to nighttime the most. I want to see what happens next, to figure out the dreams! To make this happen, I need to fall into a deep sleep, one that I won't wake up for a long time until I grasp the meaning of the dreams. Funny enough, the dream always finishes in the same manner — ends in where the lady dies after childbirth, then the man wallows in grief. I guess understanding my dreams is a priority, something I can d

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

However, if this turned out to be a dream, it was a dream full of love and understanding, a dream that she did not want to wake up from. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Painter in Covid”