Romans & histoires Supernatural Dream A Little Dream Of Me

then he looked at me with teary eyes and said, "You." I was so confused. What was Don talking about?" "Me? What are you saying, Don?" I stood up from the chair and sat beside him on the bed, "Tell me." "I had a dream. I mean...I've been having dreams. Jaxon…he's always there. You're always there. Sarah's always there. Even that your boyfriend's always there. And your dad too." "What is the dream about?" "We're in a battle. Vampires are attacking us…you're at the forefront. When you want to make a peace deal with the vampires, Jaxon kills the vampire leader…"

The man, Alaric, whose voice Layla had heard for two years in her dream, was standing right in front of her, holding her. Was she dreaming? Her heart, pounding like a drum, told her she wasn’t. He was there and wasn’t a normal man. He was a Supernatural. She had been dreaming about a Supernatural all along. “Layla.” Jonas coughed into his fist; his eyes narrowed at her, and hers widened. She stumbled away from the Alaric to the side of the door, creating enough space between them and bowing her head.

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.”

She took a wobbly step forward, then collapsed onto the floor with a loud, dramatic thud. "Brenda!" David and Miranda screamed in unison, rushing to her. I didn't even blink. Pulling out my phone, I tapped the screen, starting a video call. My mom's face popped up, a glass of wine in her hand as laughter bubbled in the background. "Hey, Mom," I said, my tone casual. "Doesn't it seem weird how obsessed Dad is with a maid's kid?"

"I—I saw them. The men who want to take me. They were here. They were inside the cabin." "Hey, hey," I said again, my hand steady on her arm feeling her softness. "It's just a dream, baby. You're safe now, I promise. No one can find us here. And even if they do, I would die first before they can lay a finger on you."

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

*Selena* I woke up gasping for air as if I had just regained my physical form. I instinctively touched myself with my hand, reassuring myself that I was in my room, dressed in my sleepwear, while the divine temple from my dream had vanished. Still confused, I grappled with the uncertainty of whether it was merely a dream or a profound sign. The only way to unravel the mystery was to seek answers from the high priestess; finding her became my immediate priority. Zander hadn't returned since last night, but he had sent a message that he was occupied with documenting necessary amendments.

Susan’s POV ’ugh!’ I groan loudly as the most annoying sound on earth hit my ears. I furiously smack down the devilish object sitting comfortably at my bedside. And I very well know that I will have to get another alarm clock very soon. ’so, super Susan has once again destroyed another brand new clock. Eh?’ I say to myself, chuckling at my own actions. Not only have I been having strange dreams since I entered my twenties. I have also acquired some sort of supernatural strength I never had.

She could hear the concern in Kat's voice when she spoke, "what's happening? Lyra talk to me." Lyra inhaled, gnashing her teeth in dismay, "I keep having these dreams, something keeps calling to me. I do things out of the normal that I end up not remembering. I feel myself changing Kat, something is taking over me." She exhaled heavily after her rantings. "Whatever it is have you tried seeing a psychologist?" Lyra let out another stream of sobs, "these has nothing to do with a psychologist Katherine, it's dark and evil and I can feel it. These are things of the spirit. Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you believe in magic?"

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"