Romans & histoires The Dream Of Kakashi

“Are you alright? You’re really pale.” I sat up and moved away from him. “I had a terrible, frightening dream Conor- I dreamed I killed everybody in the camp. I turned you to bones and I killed Alex and started laughing.” I shook my head trying to push the thoughts away. I just want to kill things… I can’t get this dream to stop playing on repeat.

Kayla I kept having the same dream that night. It was all in the same sequence. I was standing in a clearing, surrounded by the men who had defiled me. They were taunting me, leering at me, and I felt helpless and terrified. Then suddenly, Aiden appeared, charging towards them with fury in his eyes. He fought them all off, one by one, until they lay motionless on the ground. But as soon as the last one fell, Aiden turned towards me, his eyes filled with sadness, and tears streaming down his face.

But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers. I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.

He glanced up at the poster again before closing his eyes, the image of the dark knight and Snow bright in his mind. The two people Sakura didn’t want to see most, Tara and Alaina, finally arrived at half past four the next morning, waking Sakura from her very strange dream. In the dream, she was surrounded by seven faceless men. Of course, these people were always faceless in dreams, though her gut instinct seemed to know who they were. Her stomach flipped and she sighed. She couldn’t believe she had to dream about the brothers. What was wrong with her? Not to mention the fact that one of them had kissed her. She thought it must have been Sebastian. Or was it Darcy? Conrad?

Trisha questioned. "Name?" Kanda frowned as he thought. "It can be any name. Just come up with one." Trisha replied as her fingers hovered over the keyboard ready to type in his choice. "SweetFadedDreams," Kanda decided. Trisha froze. That choice sent a shiver through her. "Why would you choose something like that?" she swallowed as she remembered the heat of the dream Kanda. She was all alone with this one. Would he follow after his dream self? No, that was silly, he wasn't about to pounce on her like a rabbit.

Akira was waiting anxiously at the reception of Delphi office at Brooklyn . Even though she was an academically brilliant student, she was still feeling very nervous . She was biting her nails and was shuffling through her resume every now and then . She had to make it through because a source of steady income was really important for her right now apart from industry experience . Akira was wearing a turquoise blue formal shirt and a grey pencil skirt . The whole attire made her look very sharp and poised . She was wearing black kitten heels because she knew that normal heels were not her forte .

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard. Then, step by step, he carried me out. As everything faded away, I heard him whisper, his voice raw and hoarse, right next to my ear. "Kate… Don't go so fast. Wait for me. I'll catch up soon…"

he smiled a little, stroking my cheek. “You’re crazy, you know that.” I chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea. Because I’m definitely crazy about you, Yūri Aiko Hatake.” He smiled brightly. I raised an eyebrow at that smile. Mainly because there was an odd glint to his eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Hibiki? What are you thinking?” I cautiously asked.

I believe he was equally affected because I could swear that I caught a quick smoldering look in his eyes before they shifted back to normal again. Once again, I closed my eyes and remembered that fabulous kiss from my dream man. I decided it might be wise to set up a session with Dr. Mokena after all. This wasn’t normal. When we reached the lodge, I was almost disappointed to see the stunning white building stretched out along the edge of a beautiful, crystal clear lake. Things would have made much more sense if we’d pulled up to a quaint log cabin style building. At least, then, my dreams would make sense. I’d read enough about people having pre-cognitive dreams to believe in them.