The Dream Yet To Be Dreamed Novels & Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

“You don’t belong to it. You belong with us.” Elyndra’s fingers tightened around hers. “Lyra… it’s not chaining me. It’s becoming me.” The boy stepped closer. “Then fight it.” Elyndra shook her head slowly. “You don’t understand. The Dream isn’t a tyrant. It’s a consequence. Every fear, every unfinished hope, every abandoned desire, it all pooled here. When I broke, it found a doorway.” Lyra’s voice hardened. “Then we close the door.”

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

Orion's eyes widened. Even Elias looked emotional. Lyra stared at the tiny light. "What is it?" The Dreamer's answer echoed softly. "Possibility." Silence. The spark brightened. The world seemed to hold its breath. The Dreamer continued. "Every dream begins with a possibility." The tiny light drifted closer. Settling between Lyra's hand and Kael's. Neither touched it. Yet both felt its warmth. Its life. Its future. The Dreamer's voice softened.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

RHETT’S POV: The moment I stepped into my house, the exhaustion I had ignored all day caught up with me. I undressed on my way to the bathroom and stood beneath a long, cold shower, letting the water wash over me until my skin felt numb. After drying off, I dropped onto the bed. Sleep took me almost immediately. Then came the dream. Three children beneath an old acacia tree, laughing and running. A little girl’s face scrunched in frustration whenever she couldn’t find the boy she was looking for.

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

“I think I’d like that, Damien. More than like.” We sat in charged silence for a moment, the rain a steady backdrop. My hand lingered near hers on the cushion. When I gave her a gentle but firm instruction—“Stay a little longer tonight. I like talking with you like this”—she settled back without question, a small, pleased smile touching her lips. Her natural responsiveness fed the dominant hunger awakening in me. As the evening deepened, our conversation drifted to dreams. Hers of building something meaningful with kids, maybe a family of her own one day.

My dad was obsessed with getting me into Kingsbridge University or Central University, the two best universities in the country and two of the top universities in the world. He claimed it was for my own good as he made me retake the SAT, time after time. The first time I took the SAT, I scored 1360 points, more than enough to get into a highly ranked college. He tore up my offer letter and made me repeat the SAT. The second time, I scored 1440 points, enough to guarantee a spot at an elite college. He wouldn't even let me apply. I had to repeat the SAT. This time, I had scored over 1520 during all three practice exams. He was certain I would get into Kingsbridge University or Central

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.