Novel & Cerita Younger Dreams

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

“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

The man of her dreams was slightly older than she, about 25 years compared to her twenty but she considered that to be not enough to make a difference. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she would very probably never get a better chance to fulfil her wish than that very night. It was still relatively early; his son was sleeping soundly and he was probably horny and a bit frustrated at striking out earlier. She moved closer, smiled up at him and took his arm in her hand. "Noah is sleeping like a little angel. I don't know about those other girls but I'll show you what I want. Are you really interested in finding out?"

They looked young and vibrant, and I could not help but smile at the thought. Their feelings were naive and pure, and I felt nostalgic. With that feeling, I slowly fell asleep. I believed that in my dream, I would be able to feel that feeling of love again. As expected, I had a dream of a confident young man who walked toward me from a meadow. “Rhea, it’s me, seventeen-year-old Brandon.” Young Brandon ran toward me and smiled. “Rhea, are you happy now?” I hugged him lightly and teared up. “Thank you, I’m very happy.” That was probably the best dream I had.

That dream occurred every day for the past two years. It was becoming increasingly realistic, akin to watching a live movie or drama where the main characters were a couple in her dream. She saw the dream as a third person until a few days ago. Right after that, it all changed! Precisely, it happened on her 20th birthday, June 11. Since then, she no longer experienced the dream as an observer. Instead, she lived it as the dying young girl in her dream—Yuki!

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"

I can see the deep love they share and I wouldn't like to be the one that comes in the middle or makes her be at his receiving end. But this time seems better… better in a sense that I rarely ever see these dreams or things like I would say it and it is quite amazing. If I could remember clearly, I had one when I was as young as twelve years old and there hadn't been screams, mysteries, cries of fear, nightmares, sweating like I had run a marathon, or any of that sort. But, one thing though… last Friday, I had the same dream I could remember as my first dream when I started seeing all these things, and this time… it isn't as before.

“I still don’t understand a word you’re saying and how do you expect me to believe you when I don’t understand what you’re saying.” “It’s your choice, if you don’t believe me the elders will be able to separate us and then nobody would be able to save the world.” “….. The world? What does my dying and waking got to do with the world?” “There’s a battle brewing up in the dream world, well more of a coup than a battle.” It says. “And everyone knows that the savior will win, he will then surely direct his anger on this realm. We both need to be strong if we want to have a chance to fight this war or better still don’t let it get here.”

I thought to myself as we finally made our way outside of the building. The sun has barely changed its position. "Don't be confused, dreams move quite a bit slower compared to our reality. Every 5 minutes is equal to an hour in your dreams," Jeanie explained. "So every year is 12 years in the dream world?" Maisie questioned. "Yes, but you have to be very careful. If you stay in the dream world too long, you will age rapidly within its constraints. You can go in at 20 years old, stay only a year and return 12 years older. Why do you think vampires age so much slower than us? They never sleep, they can't." Jeanie explained.

She recalls "Once it's morning, your body becomes old, because we have to live young for one night" Even up to this very day, young adults still find it hard to understand what older people mean by 'tonight we are young, they just want to live their lives to the fullest. "Hey, guys" Ryan shush "She is coming". Ryan forced herself to smile as she waves to Melissa. " Fucking happy girl" She rolled her eyes. If only Melissa knew what was awaiting her, trying to dine with the devil would be the worst idea she had ever had. Ryan wasn't the fair type, she just stares at Melissa with hate, hidden inside her moist eyes. She had the most wonderful relationship with Molly until Dickson came into the p