Novel & Cerita Tell Me Your Dreams

a dream can be a vision of what might be. Maybe your dream was telling you something. Maybe it was telling you about what you want, and what you need." Tela looked at me, and her eyes were shining. "You think so?" she said. "I do," I said. "I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will love you and who will run with you through fields of flowers. I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will be there for you, through good times and bad. And I'm the person, the right one for you.

Rune. “I’ve been having dreams. Horrible gory dreams.” I sat cross-legged with my hands gripping my thighs lightly as I spoke. “Can you tell me about these dreams?” Fay asked, inching closer to me with her fingers intertwined with the other. With a deep breath, I narrated my dream to her, telling her how it was reoccurring with the little details in between.

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m glad you told me, but you’re too exhausted to get answers tonight, so let’s get some rest. We can call home tomorrow and you can talk to my mom to see if she knows anything. Rieka smiles, and though it doesn’t reach her eyes, it’s genuine. I take her lips again, and she melts into me. ----- RIEKA The dreams I’ve been having are unpredictable. Sometimes I’ll have a dream every night for a week, then I won’t have any dreams that I remember for at least 3 weeks. I’ve had the same dream with slight variations a few times, but then I’ve had other dreams only once.

"And what of you, Jace? What were your dreams?" The question hung in the air for a moment, laden with unspoken memories and untold stories. Jace's smile faltered slightly, a shadow passing over her features before she spoke. "I suppose I dreamed of finding love," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of being swept off my feet by a gallant knight or a handsome prince."

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

"Ethan, I appreciate your concern. These dreams... they feel significant, like messages from another realm. I must decipher their meaning, for I fear they hold warnings of impending danger." Ethan nodded, his face etched with determination. "Then we shall face this challenge together. Let us unravel the threads of these dreams, untangle their cryptic messages, and find the key that unlocks their truth." And so, we embarked on a joint journey of exploration and understanding, guided by the whispers of my subconscious and the shared resolve to protect ourselves and those we held dear. We sought the counsel of experts, immersing ourselves in conversations with dream analysts and spiritual guide

“It won’t happen overnight, mind you. But once the guild heads back out for their pack audits in a couple of weeks, I’ll be able to get you out of here.” She nodded, pushing the last of the food around her plate. “Why are you doing this?” The question caught me off guard, although I wasn’t sure why. I’d known it was coming eventually. I thought about brushing it off, telling her it was just the right thing to do. But the words didn’t come. Instead, I shifted, staring at the lantern flickering between us. “I’ve been having dreams,” I admitted, the words sounding strange even to me. “For years now. About a waterfall.”

I’ve had a series of weird dreams every single day, which was quite disturbing at first, I tried to figure out what was wrong but couldn’t even explain the dreams to anyone except my best friend because of how weird they usually are. In some of the dreams, I can move things without touching them and I can set a building on fire by just saying words, while in some I would see a bunch of wolves running around me, licking and purring at my feet. In these dreams I always see my grandmother dressed in an immaculate white attire, instructing me on what to do in each situation. Her eyes usually change their color to pure white too and she speaks to me in a totally unknown language which I seem to u