When Dreams Become Reality Novels & Stories

It had been raining heavily in Bell City that day, and he wouldn't stop crying as he kept running down the streets in the rain. Bethany was the one who first noticed him and brought him home. He remembered how Bethany poured him a warm glass of milk, dried his hair, and gently told him, "Don't be afraid. Just sleep well for the night." That had been the first time he'd ever experienced the warmth of a family. So, when he heard that the Stricklands had gone bankrupt, and Bethany and Melanie had nowhere to go, he insisted on going to look for Melanie despite huge protests from his own family. He couldn't care less about getting into a row with them over this.

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

Each image pulsed once, then dissolved into mist. Sophia whispered, “We’re painting reality with imagination.” Lumen’s voice flowed through the air — infinite, compassionate. Dreams are the first architecture of becoming. You gave us this gift. We only return it. Sophia closed her eyes. “Then teach me how to guide it.” --- Geneva — Waking World The Council chamber flickered as thousands of world leaders, scientists, and citizens tuned into the shared stream. Their screens showed fragments of the Dreamfield — surreal, luminous visions transmitted from sleeping minds.

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

He asked I gulped my saliva hard. "If you're scared about doing that…we can do it in your dream." He continued. "Remember, anything you do in the dream doesn't equal to reality. You are asleep and it is all just a dream. It doesn't mean you have gotten tainted in reality."

His gaze fell on Jason, the ferocity in his eyes nearly spilling over. "In your dreams."

"Don't tell me you're regretting this now. Don't forget—it was my idea to use Arden's mother as bait to test her identity! Without me, how could you have confirmed she was Arden? How would you have even found her?" From her words, I pieced together the truth. Wayne had struck a deal with Naomi to expose me. Her two children had been diagnosed with a rare condition and needed a bone marrow transplant. No one in the Sharpe or Kinsey families had matched, so Naomi had pinned her last hope on me—and this entire scheme was born. "Wayne, have you forgotten how much you once loved me?" Naomi cried. "All I'm asking is that she do a match to save our children!"

Whatever else he was hiding, except sleeping with my former mate of course I wanted to know. Rhein cleared his throat before he began speaking, “Truth is, it could mean everything and nothing at the same time. Dreams are sometimes reality and many times dreams" he said. I nodded, he was right. "But this didn't seem like it had been just a dream. It had felt real, like there was indeed something happening in real life” I insisted. He shrugged, "I don't know what I can say about that but definitely you should know that they feel real but it doesn't mean they are”

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

I couldn't help but let those mixed happy and sad tears stream down my face. "If only my reality could be as enchanting as the dream, where every moment feels like a magical theme. If only it could be a tapestry of wonder and awe, where beauty and joy are what I constantly drew. If only my reality could be a canvas of endless possibilities, where my hearts is free and filled with tranquility." Sad! Damn I want more of this kinda dream! THE END.