The Dream Of The Red Chamber Novels & Stories

Ryatt “Dance with me.” “I don’t dance with men who won’t even tell me their last names.” I fidget on the edge of the dreamworld again, the same scene playing through my memories. Ella, so young, so beautiful, in that too-tight red gown against a sea of vibrant color in a ballroom that at the time was considered enemy territory. Now, I’ve been to countless events and weddings there, watched the sun set and rise through the same ceiling height windows, the same creamy golden walls, a thousand times.

This was because Celeste didn't like The Dream of the Red Chamber either. Shortly after they moved into the villa, she had pointed to the deluxe edition of The Dream of the Red Chamber on Damon's bookshelf and said, "I've tried several times to read The Dream of the Red Chamber, but I never got past the twentieth chapter. I just couldn't keep going." "Even you found it tedious?" Damon was puzzled. "It's not that. I just find Lord Cedric's writing too meticulous. It's like making a grand show out of trivial matters. The smallest things are made to seem monumental, which I find a bit pretentious."

The soft glow of the window casts a warm, comforting light over the room. Once I fell asleep, I began to dream, and in my dreams, I saw visions of the future, a world filled with magic and wonder. I could have sworn to hear the hum and words of Marigold and Queen Tatiana in my slumber. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

The problem with sleep, even after drinking enough alcohol to down a ship, was the dreams I’d had since my eighteenth birthday. This night was no exception. I opened my eyes in a bedroom I’d visited many times. The walls were covered in red brocade with gold embroidery. The huge bed took up the majority of space. The bed’s cover had the opposite pattern from the walls with red on gold. I wouldn’t have decorated any room this way, but I hadn’t lived in the eighteen century or earlier. The bedroom reminded me of one of the historical novels I’d read years before.

Long Chen painstakingly held Qin Lu'er's hand. "Huf... Auntie understands, what else do you want to tell auntie?" Qin Lu'er asked with a playful smile on her face. "Ehem, this time it's something I saw in my dream. Promise me auntie won't laugh." "Okay. Auntie promises not to laugh." Qin Lu'er replied with a gentle smile while stroking Long Chen's head. Long Chen with a weak smile recounted something completely absurd according to Qin Lu'er. The meeting with the beautiful blue-eyed woman, the war, and the happy life and then the war that left him dead. It really didn't make sense according to Qin Lu'er, let alone according to Long Chen that the woman in his dream was the princess of the sea.

A loyal fan of Dong Yueting patted his chest and stamped his feet. “I was truly blind in the past. Why do I admire such a narrow-minded and intelligent person like you?” The fan's voice was much weaker. "My Prince Charming is young! He can still make progress in the future. How can you say that about him?" A fan said bitterly, "Are you blind or are you blind? The author of 'A Dream of Land' is about ten years younger than your Prince Charming?"

An overwhelming exhaustion causes me to lose my balance and I rest myself on the bed again. A beautiful lady, about sixteen years of age, enters the room. With porcelain white skin, silky black hair, blended with a floral aura, she shockingly glances at me. She is dressed in traditional Chinese garments, clothings that appear to reflect those worn in the ancient Chinese dynasties. Upon seeing me tilt my brows in confusion, she gasps and calls out, "Xiu Ying, come! Sister is awake!" Xiu Ying? How coincidental. I have used that name in my novel.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”