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Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

"You are not really here. Technically, your body is still in your world but your spirit is in our world. This is Dreamland. This is the spiritual world. Your body is in the physical world." She’s right. She was in the dream again. "This...this is just a dream?" "Yes, but a dangerous one. My son called you despite the fact that I forbid him to do so. First call is good. Second call will lead to problems. The more he calls you, the more your spirit will be bound here." There was a big possibility that Chet was really the dreambender. The eye color can be changed easily. "What exactly is this here?" Nobody eavesdropped in their conversation. "The Dreamland. The place where we, the dreamlanders,

Right now, I prefer the company of dreams. Dreams are truly magical places filled with memories and imagination. In dreams I can do things I could never do in reality. I can fly. I can transport myself back to New York, to Trevor’s apartment, to his fire escape. And then, in the blink of an eye, we’re together in Central Park, at Serendipity 3, or in his bed. The possibilities are endless, and in dreams, the destinations aren’t conscious. Each time I close my eyes, it’s like an adventure waiting to happen.

I will not have another man's leftover as a mate. I think about the girl and try to recall her face from the dream but couldn't. The only information about what she looks like that I can remember from my dream is that she's a beautiful goddess with beautifully tanned skin, golden luscious hair, and curves in the right places. Since I didn't meet her in all the fifteen years I've spent in Denmark, I'm now certain she's in America. The big question now is, where exactly is she in America, and how do I find her when there are hundreds of packs both large and small in the state of California alone?

Even though she had failed to summon the vision she wanted, she was pretty sure this signaled improving control over her dreams. She thought back to the beginning of her dream. She had been standing in the parking lot, watching groups of shoppers head to the mall. Some of the men wore Ohio State sweatshirts, which meant this mall was probably located in Ohio. Something about that nagged at her. It took a moment, but then she had it. Ohio State was in Columbus! Dominic had called her from that city. This time, her smile was wider. Her vision had been closer to the one she had sought than she’d realized. It still wasn’t the one she wanted, but she couldn’t expect to succeed completely on her f

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

As I watched the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers, my mind drifted back to the dream, trying to piece together the fragments of memory and emotion. In the dream, I had been a powerful and feared ruler, known as the Queen of Doom. I had commanded armies, wielded magic, and controlled the fate of nations. But despite my might and authority, I had also been plagued by doubts and fears, wondering whether my power would corrupt me or lead to my downfall. As I pondered these thoughts, a wave of uncertainty and anxiety washed over me. Was the dream a warning, a premonition, or just a meaningless fantasy? Was I destined to become the Queen of Doom, or was I merely projecting my fears and de

"Where have you been?" "Your dad lives in another country called Al Jumeirah in Dubai City," Kyra answered before Ali Ahmed could say anything. "He wanted to come here, but he couldn't for a long time. Now he's taking us back to Al Jumeirah with him on the adventure we talked about." "Okay," Omer said. He turned back to Ali Ahmed. "Do you like airplanes?" "I do. I even have an airplane, which we'll be flying on today."