Strange The Dreamer Series Novels & Stories

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

I murmured. He stared at me with confusion on his face. "Why don't you leave me alone? I don't want you in my dreams. Go away," I said closing my eyes. "Stop haunting me," I murmured it many times like it was my mantra and slowly drifted to sleep. The opening sound of the door woke me up. I slowly got up and Rima was in front of me, holding a food tray. She gave me a soft smile then the realization hit me where I was. I abruptly got up and she was beside me in a second.

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

The sudden rages, the inexplicable sadness, the energy that sometimes buzzes under my skin like static electricity. “I… I’ve been having strange dreams,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Callis waited, her gaze steady. “Really strange,” I continued, feeling a little vulnerable sharing them. “Like… forests burning. All the trees, just going up in flames. And wolves. Howling, a sound that just chills you to the bone.” I hesitated, then forced myself to say the last part. “And… and sometimes, I see the baby. Not clearly, not like a face, but… a light. A glow. Like the moon, almost.”

The message lingered like warmth in starlight. And so, the Dreamers began to explore. --- The Journey of the Twin-Seers Two Dreamers—Sareth and Nael—were the first to seek beyond the harmony. They were born twins, reflections of each other, bound by mirrored consciousness. Where one was, the other felt. Where one dreamed, the other awoke. They began to notice strange ripples in the fabric of their shared visions— pockets of reality that neither sound nor silence touched. “Do you feel it?” Sareth asked one night as they floated above a dreaming world.

.. .. .. .. #Skylar P. O. V The specks of sunlight seep through the curtains as they hit my poor face. I hate mornings. Whoever invented mornings I hate them. I'm not a morning person I'm more of a night person. Its probably because I get to sleep and dream. Speaking of dreams... I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt I was kidnapped and sold to a hot mafia leader. I mean what kind of crazy dream is that I mean my mom would ne-

he smiled sadly at me. His eyes were fixed on me. I didn't respond to him. If this is one of my hallucanation, relentless dreams then fine it'll fade tommorow. But this one wasn't. I feel not, the way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Like he really knows me, and I'm not. "It's okay… I understand it," "Riri ..." he whispered as his images fade away. My heart etched with so much ache as I opened my eyes. Alforo's eyes widened at me. Watching me curiosly, with bloodshot eyes. So did mine, and it didn't help what I saw on my dreams. It's someone who keep appearing through my nightmare.

Tristan turned in his bed and hugged tighter on what he thought was the girl he hugged all night to sleep. He dragged her closer into him but she felt like a heap of feathers—fluffy and weightless. He blinked multiple times to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room then looked down at his arm, hugging his pillow tight into him. He lay still for a bit, trying to recover his memory. Did everything he felt last night actually happen in reality or was it all a dream? He looked around for any signs of her when his eyes landed on his assistant, Ethan, who stood by the tv console with a file in his hand and a phone in the other, staring at him like he had just risen from the dead.

Never. I soon rise to my full height and stare at the mirror. She doesn’t ask—the old woman, I mean—but I figure she might be curious about this young stranger in her house who is acting weird. “I started having these weird dreams after I met Hunter…” I begin, noting how the bandage on my forehead has disfigured from the scrubbing. “…and there’s the unease.” I grasp my shirt’s neckline in a fist, kneading the latter onto my chest as if trying to weaken the knot tied in it. “I feel… something bad will happen again. I know it. Hunter… he’s going to do something.”