Novel & Cerita The Dream Yet To Be Dreamed

It's your company, not mine. "Don't say it like that, Joo-eun. Believe it or not, you're always welcome to join me in Dream Shade, nobody is stopping you from that. Joo-eun slammed her drink bottle on the table, her face turning angry. "Choi Dea, I'll never go there as long as you're the CEO! "Oh," Dea smiled at her rage

With his sweat soaked, tanned and unshaved face wearing a familiar smile and his big, brown eyes looking into hers earnestly, without setting any definite premise, standing on one of the black and white boulders by the road to the hill top, he just let his mind out: “Hey, can we be co-dreamers forever…I mean, like…we work in a cycle you know…you dream something and we work together to make it a reality…and then…I dream something, and we work again together…and then, it goes on like this forever. I mean…can this happen?” “Yes,” she replied. It was as spontaneous as breathing. “Tell me then, what are you dreaming now?” he had asked. “Let’s run-away to London,” she felt like saying. The dream,

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled. Yet, the new character's heart is not without reservations. The path they're contemplating is one veiled in uncertainty, and the prospect of unraveling the dream's mysteries is both exhilarating and daunting. Doubts creep in what if this pursuit leads to naught, and the dream remains nothing more than a mirage of the mind?

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Dennis seemed to sense something off about me. His expression faltered briefly before he suggested, "Why don't we leave now? Find somewhere to relax for a bit." I looked up at him, smiling faintly. "Let's take the yacht," I suggested. "A night cruise. We can watch the sunrise tomorrow." … In the car, he started discussing plans for the next day. "I've already prepared a birthday surprise for you. Once things settle down, let's start planning for a child. How does that sound?"

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

“What do you mean?” “Jessica, whatever you dream, I dream the same too. Whatever I dream, you dream as well. Through that, we can cross realms by placing ourselves in others’ dreams, and they wouldn't even know or remember. Dreams are meant to be forgotten but not for us. We are built differently. We remember at most and cannot let it go. It is only a dream Walker that can leave footprints in anyone's dream and still remember what happened there. It takes one to know one.”