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After a moment, though, his expression grew serious again, as if he remembered something. While my spirits were lifting, nightmares continued to plague my nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my parents jumping off a high rooftop, despair and helplessness clinging to me tightly. Fred's anger and indifference, followed by Dean's vindictiveness, flooded my mind, reminding me of how I had become the target of everyone's disdain. Memories flashed like a film reel in my mind. I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Opening my eyes, I found myself back in the sterile hospital room, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.

The last line still echoed through the room— through her bones— through the walls— like a whisper from the void itself: “The God of Dreams…” —

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.

I pick the pen inside the envelope and write five by the side of the paper and sluggishly down to my ass again. Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads... Red! The participants uniform, I write it down. Amidst the ruins of love that's own... Hmm. Nothing. Skip. My head hurts; I rub it in circular motions and continue reading. Echoes of memories that refuse to go... Echoes, or memories, I write the two side by side. Fading every dream and hope is blind...Dream? It may be referring to loosing the word puzzle contest five times? Five times is a lot rather than a singular dream. I write every.

As I looked at Shadrach, Storm, and Summer, I realized that every challenge, every tear, and every step of our journey had been worth it. My once-blind dreams had not only given me love—they had given me a family, a future, and a happiness brighter than I ever thought possible. __________________

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

“Don’t misunderstand!” He quickly waved his hands. “I’m not trying to buy anything from you. I just, I just...” His face flushed as he struggled for a long time before finally forcing out one sentence. “I just want to be good to you.” The wind blew from the corner of the street, mussing his hair. He stood in front of me like that, awkward and anxious, waiting for my answer. He was always like this. He never said much. He simply did things in silence.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

In my dreams you used to dance, It's funny how I can't think of smiling anymore when our fates are meant to be separated. Words unsaid left withered on dry lips and steel tongues, Tears brace skin, like the sea braces the shore. My definition of home' was with you, But now I rummage the streets like a tramp. Hoping to fall asleep before I fall apart, Silently, I turn off the car lamp.

--- The Universe Writes Back On countless worlds, under countless skies, storytellers wake from dreams they don’t understand. They feel warmth in their hands, as if they’ve been holding something luminous. When they write, they don’t know where the words come from. When they sing, they can’t explain why the melody feels familiar. But the Flow knows. It moves through them, reminding creation that it is still alive. And each of those stories, each spark of imagination, adds another thread to the endless tapestry.