What Does The Bible Say About Dream Catchers の小説・ストーリー

he hesitated, glancing at his brother. "After Amali's dream," James finished, his usual bravado subdued. "Word travels fast in a pack house." Axel maintained a carefully neutral expression, though the phantom sensation flared with interest. "I've heard mentions of this dream, though not the details. It must have been significant if Elder Gideon was consulting the ancient texts." The brothers exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them before Clay spoke. "It was more than significant. Divine dreams are exceptionally rare, especially ones as vivid and detailed as Amali described."

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

She answered and Valerie let out a nervous laugh. “You know the priest was here.” Adira announced after a while of carefully taking a look at Valerie. “Shoot! I forgot, what did he say?” She asked as she mentally hit herself for forgetting that she’d asked Adira to summon the priest so he could interpret her dream. “He asked me to warn you to be careful, you never can tell who is really in your corner and about your dream, he wasn’t really sure but he said with time, the goddess would reveal what it meant to you.” Adira answered and Valerie nodded.

I unlatched it, admiring it while thinking, Should wear it? It was a lovely necklace, the dark purple Crescent, was beautiful craved, the goldsmith who made it is a talented fellow— or a woman, Oh god no, I can't wear this, this was from something supernatural, something evil, I can't count on It for protection for whoever is trying to hurt me, the bible warns about demon attacks, false prophets, the coming of the antichrist. Thank god for my Dads' bible studying on Sundays, it's paying after all. My father was the only person I know, who curses, drinks his beer but beneath it all, he was a god-fearing man. What I need to do is, find a pastor, church, anything— that can save my doomed soul,

Ember's pov. "What happened? Was it a nightmare?" Trent asked, his eyes searching mine. I had been yelling in my sleep and he'd heard everything. "Yes, it was." I answered, holding onto him tightly. I had no idea what that dream meant. Was the moon goddess trying to tell me something? "What happened?" He asked as he rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. "I dreamt about our babies and…" I told him everything about the nightmare. "It was just a dream," he said in response, "It was probably just your imagination, maybe you watched way too many movies…"

When they were alone, Aliyah glanced at Hephzibah, “you are saying she would show up soon?” “I don’t know but the power is fighting to get out, if my dreamcatcher is not keeping the nightmares away, then it means it would only be a matter of time before it burst out of me. And not just that,” she sighed, glancing at the couple. Edward frowned, “what else did you notice?”

Her tense face, the involuntary shudders, her heavy breaths and jerks in her head were becoming intenser by every second. Panting, she clenched her chest, mumbling incomprehensive phrases. Her restlessness woke up Reese and Devon. “Please don’t tell me she is having a nightmare,” Devon said. “Archer warned us about the exact condition. He said if someone falls into a nightmare inside the dreamcatcher, they will go into sleep paralysis mentally and the dreamcatcher will start feeding on their nightmare, making it very difficult to wake them up,” Reese said. “Let’s wake her up before it’s too late,” Devon said. They tried to wake her up, but her franticness was only getting worse.

Maybe it was just one of them trying to provoke Dad? Yes, that should be it. I shouldn't think about negative things too much. Moving my thoughts from the attack, I glanced at the dreamcatcher. A smile stretched across my lips. Nana gave it to me. I used to get nightmares in my childhood. So, she made it for me, saying it will capture the demons of my dreams and lull me to a peaceful sleep where it will be filled with only angels. Though there were no angels, it did take the demons away and helped me get undisturbed sleep.

I was ready to go, but she held my hand. "It's 3 am, come back," she said softly and hugged me from behind. "You need your sleep. It's just a dream, Gabriel." I said nothing. She was right. I had a lot of work in the morning that needed my attention. I needed to sleep. But how can I sleep when I just had a nightmare about my parents' death? I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, the nightmare would come back to me. As if she could sense it, she moved to kneel in front of me with her naked body. "Use me," she whispered, her hands wrapped around both of my hands. "Lose yourself in me, I will be your dreamcatcher."