Novel & Cerita The Dream Yet To Be Dreamed

“You never knew how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.“ Dreaming something big is not sin right?, Closing my eyes trying to distract myself from the pain, in my heart, I dream about a beautiful house, a loving family, and seeing myself as a businesswoman. What else I can dream.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

Dream, dream sweet beautiful maiden, dream of a wonderful dream, but if you wake up a priest beside you, headless and poor, will take what’s left of you. NOW I ASK YOU THE ONLY LEFT QUESTION WITH NO OPTION, TO BEGIN WITH, THE WORDS OF A WARNING OF, “How much are you willing to sacrifice, for the sake of your dream?”

“If your dreams don’t scare you, they are too small” -Richard Branson Dreams were a path for people to achieve something they want in their lives. These thoughts made them see a bigger picture other than the situation they were in. A cherished aspiration. A goal ---- a finish line of a race. People wanted to achieve something, bigger than everyone else. Money, power, fame, and career were the fundamentals of life as people thought. If you don’t have any of these, you’re useless, pathetic---- worse, people might see you as nothing.

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

I care for him, yes, but love, no. Now to the dream. I'm heartbroken it wasn't real. The way I felt in this dream, the things I saw. It was so real. This dream had to have been the universe showing my soulmate to me. Why else would I have a dream about someone I've never met before in my life? He's out there somewhere; I know it. If we had exchanged names as he wanted, would I be able to find him somehow? So stupid, I mentally slapped myself at the thought.

-A dream? we did not observe anything, the tracker said that perhaps it was an indication that Juana never existed, in light of the fact that in addition to the absence of artifact it is the way in which Mrs. Victoria assured him that she has not had dreams related to a girl who does not remember and that in her clinical records there is nothing to say that she has even been pregnant. Just like that, in an insignificant part of a second, he figured out how to stifle the sensation he'd gotten in an entire night.

The fun is just getting started I’d say, or perhaps this is what I call a dream come true. To be continued….. (When two different worlds collide)

Joana spoke with tearing eyes. Emma leaned in and hugged her" it's fine, let's leave the past to rest in the past" she spoke calmly with emotion. Her past life was nothing to remember."Emma, you are your mother's daughter. Aunt Mariana would be very proud of you if she was to see you right now. Despite all that happened to you, you still managed to fulfill your dreams. Am extremely happy for you" She praised her in between sobs. Emma had always wanted to work in a big company and get married to the most handsome man in the world whereas Joana wished to exist as a famous actress but hers was not in reality yet.

"Can we leave only after Daddy spends my birthday with me? It'll be the last time," My daughter, Lyanna Lorenzo, asked with tears in her eyes. "It'll be my fifth birthday next week," she continued. "Daddy promised that he would celebrate my birthday with me." I patted her little head as I listened to her pitiful request. "Okay. We'll leave after he celebrates your fifth birthday with you."