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“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “You’re not going anywhere?” “No,” her fingers moved from my lips to gently brush my chin before she stroke my cheek gently. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” “Then why can’t I see you anymore?” “I’m right here.” “No you’re not.” “I’m sorry, Travis.” “Why are you sorry? You said you aren’t going anywhere. You’re supposed to be right here. Britney? Britney? Britney!” I woke with a jolt, my heart hammering against my ribs, my skin slick with sweat. The room felt oppressively hot, the lingering remnants of the nightmare clinging to me like a second skin. My mind was still in that terrible in-between place where reality and dreams blur

But why couldn't I move my limbs? No, please don't cry. Don't cry. Why can't I speak? "Mommy, it’s morning." Treas’s voice by my ear awakened me from the nightmare. I struggled to open my eyes, letting the light filter in. Yesterday’s nightmare was so baffling. Instead of the black and white backdrop as always, this time there had been a splash of red. The lyrics of that song still echoed in my ears, but I could no longer recall the melody. "Is Mommy crying?"

They shoved her out the door. Liz woke instantly. Her eyes scanning the dark room. She could hear Elena's soft snores next to her. Liz leaned up on one arm, glancing in the darkness beside Elena for any signs of Kris. Her heart sank as she saw the empty spot on the bed. Elena shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something intelligible. Liz settled back down, wrapping one arm around her as she attempted sleep once again pushing the bizarre dream out of her mind. ***

Dalton, Nick, or whoever it had been–is gone. My heart rate spikes, and I find it hard to breathe as I frantically look around. My head spins from the gin and dancing. Sweat breaks out along my temples. I made it up, didn’t I? This is another dream. I’m losing my fucking mind… but then my blood runs cold anew as the music shifts, and the band begins to play a familiar song. It’s a sped up, modern version, but those lyrics sink into my skin like claws. “She’s stretched on a long, white table. So sweet, so cold, so fair…”

Her breath suddenly quickened when he stepped more closer to her and locked his blue eyes with her brown eyes. "Ridiculously beautiful," he finished the sentence. .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. . .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.� �~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. . .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?"""".."'. . " '. .?. " .."' "? . . .". .".."."." " .r.✓~.?""

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).

Those mornings I wake up and stare at her face. Her sweet smooth face. Sleeping so peacefully. So soundly... It's mornings like this that I envy the sun so much... How it caresses every part of her flawless skin... I notice that she's panting... And sweating... She starts becoming uneasy and restless. She's having a nightmare. This is what happens when she has those horrible terrible nightmares. I quickly sit up and start waking her up. "Sugar! Sugar!" She's still panting, her wrists clenched and her teeth gritted so hard.