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Lisa stood by the window, staring at nothing in particular. She had been stuck at the office for hours without being able to do a single thing. Thoughts of the previous night filled her head. As she pushed herself to work on the first file Sonia had brought into the office that morning, she told herself the reason she still felt overwhelmed was probably because she had never been touched for the last seven whole years since she took that dreaded decision to trade a tasteless marriage for Will’s safety. However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams.

They had no idea of what they were doing. "Maya” Eden asked, her voice shaking. "What are you doing here?" "I heard you screaming," Maya said softly, walking over to sit on the edge of Eden's bed. "Are you okay?" Eden nodded, still feeling shaken from the dream. "It was just a nightmare. I'm fine." Mayalooked at her with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?" Eden hesitated for a moment before deciding to share her dream with Maya. As she spoke, she felt a weight lifting off her chest. Maya listened intently, nodding and offering words of comfort.

May's eyes fluttered open after waking up from a nightmare. She gasped, breathing heavily. She had just dreamed about what happened to her before. She keeps seeing those men, about to rape her. The fear gripped her hard that she wanted to run away. But she looked around where she was, it looked strange. She then recalled seeing Jared save her from there. She raised her hand to her face, seeing the drip on it. It's an hospital. She looked around the room only to see Jared sleeping on the couch in a very uncomfortable position.

She confirms. “I can’t help it, Clau. I mean, there has got to be a reason why the moment I woke up, the name Harrison popped inside my head.” I tried to explain Miss Realist. “Maybe you met a guy named Harrison in your dream while you were in your coma.” May tries to see the opposite of things. “It can happen.” “Oh come on May. There is no such thing.” I can imagine Claudine saying that with an eye roll. “Then how do you explain why all of a sudden she thought of a name that she’s never met before?” May responds with a question.

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

I walked back to the living room, shouting out to her. I whirled across the living room with my eyes darting around. ~Back in the bedroom~ “Mother?” I uttered, quickly sitting up. I tried to calm my racing heart with my eyes darting around the room. I wiped away the beads of sweat that covered my forehead as a result of the nightmare. What was that all about? What was Mother telling me? I looked at Zeehan and slowly rested my back on the bed. I pulled the duvet to our

“I had a dream last night, in that dream I saw Denver and Jennifer kissing. She was crying in his arms, and she was apologizing to him for everything. Denver was ready to forgive her and give her a chance. Look, I know this might sound crazy, doctor, but it looked so real. I feel like what's going on is a sign or something. What if she did something to him in my dream, and what if she is trying to do that in reality? To steal his mind and force him to love her back?” “When did this dreams started?” He asked, seeming interested in the dream. “Just last night. I thought it was real, but Denver promised he never had anything to do with him, and I believe him. But then, I feel worried and insecu

She was on about the fact that the sex was too good so he couldn't resist, he probably wants more sex from me. Maya and her ridiculous theories I go about my business in the bathroom but I can feel the wetness between my legs, I was fucking wet this early because of my boss. I can't believe I was having such a dream about him, fuck this is crazy. I can't be having such ridiculous dreams if I want to work in the right head space around him. The dream felt so real, like he was actually there with me, Maya had to go and wake me up when I was about cuming.

I say, offering her a warm smile. She takes a hesitant seat beside me, her eyes darting around the garden as if to make sure we’re alone. It’s clear she’s unsettled, a stark contrast to her usual fiery demeanor. “Thanks, Camellia,” she starts, her voice a little shaky. “It’s just... I’ve been having these dreams lately. Horrible dreams where I... I hurt everyone I love. I can’t control it, and it feels so real.” I lay my book down, giving her my full attention. Her face is pale, the usual spark in her eyes dimmed by fear. “That sounds terrifying. Do you want to talk about what happens in these dreams?”

The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists. In her dream, they were on a sun-drenched beach, the sound of crashing waves filling the air. Laughter danced on their lips as they chased each other through the shallows, the cool water washing away the day's stress. A stolen glance, a playful touch – the dream Deimon delicately built on screen became a tangible reality within her subconscious.