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' I thought to myself. As Jace and Vega came closer, I realized just how bad the universe was screwing with me. The woman in my dream was walking toward me, and she was Jace's girlfriend. Bloody perfect. I knew that I should get up, but I was rooted in place on this bench, with a shocked expression on my face. Tanner stood up and looked down at me. "Hey, get up. What's wrong with you?" Tanner asked. "That's the woman I dreamt about last night," I whispered.

With Dream Mate completed, everyone must wonder, “What’s next!?” Well, I’m going to tell you, this may not be the schedule you were hoping to get, but this is what’s next. The Destroyer will be posted six days a week. Thankfully for my brain, it’s already written, and I’m just editing and making minor changes before posting a chapter.

It looked like a complimentary gift that was part of a kids' meal from Kidztopia. I couldn't control myself anymore. "Is Lorenzo Corporation losing that much money? You can't even afford a proper gift for Lyanna, so you have to give her a free gift as a present?" Matthew seemed to realize that his actions were inappropriate and rushed to explain. "Elias wanted to eat a Kidztopia Meal today, and the Amazingman figure came with it. I figured that the kids these days all love him, which is why I decided to give it to Lyanna as a present.

"Here you go—Dreams." "That's where you moonlight, right?" asked Natalie. She didn't know much about websites, but Dreams looked sleek and high-profile. Nothing like the banner ads she'd seen on the internet for escort services. "Yeah, it's a great place. The pay's good too!" Emily sipped her cocktail and allowed her eyes to feast on a guy with shoulder-length dreadlocks—a true definition of tall, dark and handsome—as he made his way to the dartboard with his crew. Natalie laughed at the ridiculousness of the site's name and her friend's undeniable interest in the tall stranger.

Dream's POV The first email came early in the morning, before the sun had even fully risen. I was halfway through my first cup of coffee when my laptop pinged with a new message, no subject, no sender name, just a blank header with an attachment icon blinking red. I should have ignored it. I should have deleted it like the dozens of spam mails that came in daily. But something about the way my name was written in the preview, “Dream” , plain and unadorned, caught my attention. No one addressed me like that except the people who knew me personally.

I couldn't wait to pick his brain again and learn even more. I opened up my internet browser to check my email while I waited for my other programs to finish loading. After a few minutes, I laughed as I realized I had opened up his website and had been staring at his company picture. Even on the computer screen, his eyes were mesmerizing and bathed me in their warmth. I hoped we could celebrate Dream Vacations joining Travel, Inc. tonight. I was even thinking of running out to my favorite lingerie shop to make sure I had something special to wear for the occasion.

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.

“If your dreams don’t scare you, they are too small” -Richard Branson Dreams were a path for people to achieve something they want in their lives. These thoughts made them see a bigger picture other than the situation they were in. A cherished aspiration. A goal ---- a finish line of a race. People wanted to achieve something, bigger than everyone else. Money, power, fame, and career were the fundamentals of life as people thought. If you don’t have any of these, you’re useless, pathetic---- worse, people might see you as nothing.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.