Tell Me Your Dreams Novels & Stories

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

“Have you ever had an experience out of the ordinary? If you have, then there may be a chance of activating your magic.” I wracked my brain for anything that happened that may be classed as extraordinary. A lot had happened. From being a fake mate to a true mate, Noah’s death, all of that, but I did not think he meant something of that nature. A thought struck me. “I’ve been having dreams,” I muttered. I’d mentioned nothing of my dreams to anyone because I had no one to discuss them with but – “Dreams?” He looked unimpressed. “What kind of dreams?”

Right now, I prefer the company of dreams. Dreams are truly magical places filled with memories and imagination. In dreams I can do things I could never do in reality. I can fly. I can transport myself back to New York, to Trevor’s apartment, to his fire escape. And then, in the blink of an eye, we’re together in Central Park, at Serendipity 3, or in his bed. The possibilities are endless, and in dreams, the destinations aren’t conscious. Each time I close my eyes, it’s like an adventure waiting to happen.

It was time to go. “Never mind, Your Highness. You can pretend that I did not ask anything about it.” “What did you see in your dream?” I laughed to cover my nervousness. “What did I see? Did I even see anything, Your Highness? Of course I don’t see anything at all, Your Highness. What would I see anyway? Dreams are just dreams. They are all random things. A product of our subconscious mind. Let’s not give any meaning to it.” Yeah. It was better to keep it like that so he won’t suspect anything.

I described the world I've been visiting in my dreams, and how real it felt. I told them about the love I have for Nikau and how hard it would be to lose him. The therapist's expression was full of compassion and understanding. "It's natural to feel confused and distressed when we're not sure what's real and what's not," they say. "But it's important to remember that our dreams are just that - dreams. They can be influenced by our experiences and emotions, but they are not reality. It's okay to have strong feelings and attachments in our dreams, but it's important to recognize that they are not the same as real-life relationships."

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

Their eyes met Ethan's once again, as if silently asking for permission to delve into the depths of his dream. Ethan's heart quickened with curiosity. His parents had always been a source of wisdom and guidance, and he trusted them to unravel the mysteries of his subconscious. "What does it mean, Mom? Dad? Why did I dream of a different life, a different version of myself?" Ashley reached across the table, her hand gently covering Ethan's, her touch comforting and reassuring. "Ethan, my dear," she began, her voice tender and loving. "Dreams have a way of revealing hidden truths and desires. Some times, they offer glimpses into alternate paths we might have taken or shed light on the parts of

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks Troy, I needed it too, I’ve been having strange dreams lately that keep waking me up at night.” I arch an eyebrow at her, “What sort of dreams?” “Oh, just some scary looking Viking dude keeps appearing in my dreams, telling me I have a purpose, and to listen to the Gods, it’s really weird. Sometimes he takes me to place on a hill with broken rocks and other times, I’m on a pirate looking ship.” She shakes her head and frown I wonder if Ragnar is speaking to her through her dreams.

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