روايات وقصص ضمن Story Of Dreams

“Should I tell him about my dream…what Ivan will think of me…How I will say that I lost my virginity in my dream…? This null-head surely will mock me. I am known to be immaculate in my kingdom, what if anyone knows that my mind is corrupted. No…I won’t tell him. I won’t let anyone know about my dream today. But how did I have those dreams? I never had any kind of these dreams for many decades… But I don't know what happened to me. I always had dreamed of battle with a sword in my hand but today… instead of a sword, I had a girl in my hands. My battles in the dreams helped me with some tactics to use in a real-time battle. But this? This... Is it something different...? Oh... No... I need to

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and over again. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, there

I asked. "So the rumor goes. This guy told a bunch of our customers that this man, Thinker, had died and come back to life to save the world. When Thinker was first reborn he had neither money nor food, so this man took him in and fed him. In return for his kindness, Thinker cured his sister of a mental illness. From then on, people wanted to meet this man so he could fix all sorts of issues for them. At first, people would come back and talk about how they'd actually seen the man. Then, after a few weeks, Thinker wouldn't see anybody. From then on, the only people that ever claimed to witness him said that he'd come to them in their sleep."

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

Once Julia's asleep on my chest on our bed, I allow myself to break down fully with not witnesses as my heart wrenching sobs and fleeting thoughts that I wish Liam all the happiness in the world; but I wish upon a star that it was us and not that other man who had children with Liam. Falling asleep tonight in bed with my female half, my female soul mate but we're missing our other soul mate; who is in the arms of another man and forever. Liam's P.O.V.

Is that guy going to save me? He was a bit of a practical person and dream was kind of artificial to him sometimes. But it wasn’t that he hated dream in general. There are certain dreams that are just ridiculous. Dream is called as ‘flower of slumber’ after all, as it was a form of imagination for people that was already stressed out in their wake. But there were also dreams that predict the future, and he was leaning on this one for the dream he had last night. Besides, the guy did say about escaping. So it wouldn’t hurt to trust—oh who was he kidding? It wasn’t trust, it was hope.

Lisa stood by the window, staring at nothing in particular. She had been stuck at the office for hours without being able to do a single thing. Thoughts of the previous night filled her head. As she pushed herself to work on the first file Sonia had brought into the office that morning, she told herself the reason she still felt overwhelmed was probably because she had never been touched for the last seven whole years since she took that dreaded decision to trade a tasteless marriage for Will’s safety. However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams.

she whispered, pulling me tighter. “A terrible nightmare. I woke up, and you were gone, and there was a storm over the ocean. Some black shadow man made me disappear into the wind,” her voice came out rushed as she gripped me tighter. “What happened? Tell me everything.” Her words had my body stiffen as she explained the story to the very last detail. My fists tightened, angry that I could not even protect her from a dream. Dreams are held in high regard in the supernatural and Celestial world. They can predict the future, have deeper meanings or another god could send a message, even to other gods.

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

Maybe I was just crazy. The truth was that I didn't have enough courage to tell him about those nightmares. I was calling them nightmares. They were my own desired dreams. The problem was that I liked them. And the nightmare was actually myself. I couldn't understand why I had started to enjoy them. The moment I open my eyes, my desired dreams would become a nightmare for me. Everything was too overwhelming and I had no idea what I was actually doing.