What Does Falling In A Dream Mean Novels & Stories

Joseph asked curious as to where the conversation will lead to. “Can't I just point out what I feel like is strange? Moreover, we don’t know why it is empty so we should get going.” Mark said when he noticed that they’ve stopped walking. “Take, Joseph said handing the bag to Mark, its your turn.” His face turned white just as he stretched his hand out to Mark and then a loud thump sounded as he fell to the ground. Fear ran down Mark spine “What is wrong with you?” He asked silently, already knowing the answer to the question.

excited. What is wrong with me? Am I broken? The only thing my head was yelling at me to do now was run. I let out a cry and turned to flee. I got halfway and then collided with a hard surface. I fell. Hard. I started to tremble so hard, I thought I was having a seizure. That was a body. Someone was there, I could bet my life on it. "Are you scared, my love?" A deep voice said from the dark and I raised a shaky hand to my mouth.

The action was so fast and took me by surprise that my other hand lost its grip on the ledge, causing my body to fall. 'No!' I cried out as my body dropped. The person I had trusted betrayed me. Whoever they were watched from the top as I fell to my impending death. There was no come back from this and therefore my eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the impact. A cry got swallowed up by the air around me, my own. {End of dream} "Ah!" I suck in a breath, startling awake. My eyes pop open, wide and searching. I feel my body trembling, the impact of that dream sweeping through my body in waves.

I'm no prophet, so I need to understand the purpose of my dreams. This has never happened to me before. I know these dreams are here as a warning or protection. It's hard to admit that because many people are so consumed with being mystical. They'll think I'm somehow in a deeper realm or on a supreme level because of a dream. Dreams come through much activity. Dreams are compared to the abundance of words spoken by a fool, meaning most are frivolous or meaningless. I don't need people attaching some flattering title to me because I'm having nightmares.

Not like a ghost from my past. But like someone standing in front of me, fully present. Broken, rebuilt, and real. I thought about those dreams. The ones I’d convinced myself were nightmares born from trauma. But maybe they weren’t nightmares at all. Maybe they were memories of a connection I didn’t understand yet. Memories of him. And Harley wasn’t a nightmare. He was starting to look like a dream. A really, really good one. “What happens…” I whispered, barely able to get the words out, “if I fall?”

He looked pained, like he didn’t want to hear that. “You’re not,” he said quietly. “But I am, Jillian,” I whispered. “Because I’m falling for you. And I hate it.” His breath hitched. For once, he had no words. I turned away, but he caught my wrist again—gentler this time. “I’m falling too, Christy,” he said. “That’s why this is so messed up.” I froze. “I never wanted to feel anything for you. This marriage… it was supposed to be a contract. A means to an end. But now… I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when I try. Even when Alyssa’s in front of me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

"I understand. But if you know something, please let me know. If she always falls ill here, it's going to jeopardize her safety and everyone in this realm." "What do you mean?" Hue furrowed his brow, feeling confused. Kith explained, "I don't know how to explain it, but I'll say it like this: Never let your wife have dreams in Fantasy." "What?" Hue was even more confused. That was the stupidest statement he had ever heard from his fellow gods. Kith let out a hard sigh. "Ah, this explanation is going to be long." "Just tell me," urged Hue, growing impatient. Kith inhaled deeply and then exhaled. After that, he began to explain, "Alright, it's like this: As humans enter another realm, they bec

“Are you… okay?” Vanessa raised her head, and a migraine clawed at her skull. She groaned. “I’m fine.” Her voice was weak. The elderly lady smiled and turned away. Vanessa sighed. She needed to go out and make a call—to call Amber and find out what the pictures meant. Even though it was obvious, she dared to think she might only be reading too much meaning into it. And Vanessa told herself that if she was wrong and her boyfriend really wasn’t cheating on her, then she would have to break up with him once and for all. She could not afford to risk going through this again.

MIRACLE POV It’s like I am falling rapidly. Falling down and down. My heart races faster when I realize I am going to hit the ground soon and my bones are going to be smashed down, broken into pieces. Gasping for air, I wake up in the morning. I am panting. I don’t see Matthew in my dreams anymore, but I see some strange dreams. In my dream today, I was just falling without ever hitting the ground. It was like I was floating in the air waiting for the pain to come and claim me so this anxious feeling could go away.

The dream was so real that I found myself crying, even though I knew that it was just a figment of my imagination. As I composed myself, I began to wonder if the dream was a sign of something. Was it my subconscious trying to tell me that something was wrong? Or was it just a random occurrence that held no meaning at all? The uncertainty of it left me restless, and I found it hard to go back to sleep.