Novel & Cerita Strange The Dreamer

About thirty minutes later I arrive at the station and read over the location that are running today before making my way to the counter where the female worker is watching me curiously; "Where can forty dollars take me?" Placing the money on the counter never breaking eye contact with her; "From San Diego you can travel as far as Casper, Wyoming," she responds still watching me carefully. "I'll take a ticket there please," I respond sliding the cash to her while slightly proud of myself for not stuttering. "How old are you kid?" she asks as she takes the cash, handing me a ticket. "19 years old," I say grabbing the ticket off the counter before walking away and let something slip that would

“Nyssa? What do you mean you’ll go crazy if you don’t see her? How do you even know of her in the first place? She’s not someone just anyone can come across.” Oliver fired his questions at Annabel, his voice laced with both frustration and alarm. Annabel, still shaken from her dream, barely flinched at his reaction. She had spent the past few days trying to decipher whatever all the dreams she kept having meant, but nothing made sense to her.

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

(JO POV) It was so odd. I realized that Dane often intentionally drifted in and out of my dreams. It wasn't the same kind of connection as when we went to his whitespace, but it was clear he was there. This time, though, something felt off. In my dream, I stood fishing near a river. The water pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat. I watched, entranced, until the world around me began to darken. I glanced up at the sun and then back down to find the water had turned blood red, the rhythm slowing ominously.

I argued, laughing, that it would be a boy, an Alex, and our banter was a sweet serenade that filled the air. But then, the dream shattered like fine crystal. An explosion rocked the landscape, a blinding light that seared my eyes. A figure emerged from the radiance, a stranger who dragged me away from Carl's grasp. I screamed, kicked, and flailed, my cries for help echoing through the void as Carl struggled to reach me, held back by two hulking figures that seemed to appear from nowhere. My screams pierced the air, shattering the dream, and I jolted awake, my bed drenched in sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Where was I? What had happened? The fragments of the dream still lingered. *

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

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

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as

It was just a dream but my nightmare was so strange. “Baby?” Kayden called my name, so I turned my head to him. I was still beside Kayden and what I did earlier is not real. It was also a dream that I talk to a strange woman. Who is she then? And what was the meaning of my dream? “I had a strange nightmare,” Kayden's brows furrowed from what I had said. “What was with your dream?” He asked and I let out a sigh before replying to him. “A woman appears in my dream and she was telling me something but I can't even understand what is she trying to say to me,” I said and Kayden holds my two hands, so I stared at him deep into his eyes.