A Short Story : The Story Of The Dream

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

Had there been a dream? Something about … no, she couldn’t remember. It was all so bleak, all so very similar. Too long. It had been too long. She sighed and her breath filled the room. She could feel its warmth and it comforted her some. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

Over the many weeks that followed second by second the dream gradually got longer. Amelia had grown used to the dreams and even got excited to find out what would happen next, alas her excitement was premature. As she sat in her boring English class, the teacher droning on, the only was gloomy disinterest spread amongst the young students. In her peripheral vision she saw a flash of black, her eyes subconsciously followed the black blur and found nothing. Just as she was about to give up looking for the cause of what spiked her interest, she heard a screech... The same screech that was in her dream nearly every night, that same sound that had caused both fear and excitement to run hot within her veins. Her eyes linked with those of the bird, at first look anyone would call

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

Since then, Tina’s dreams have grown increasingly weird: a faceless man knocking at the door, asking for her hand, a full moon bathing graves in the middle of the forest, and a golden key on a chain brought to her by a crow. As Tina works to unravel the meaning of her dreams before something else terrible happens, she realizes that her memories are of both the

She stands alone in pitch blackness trying to gather her bearings and when she realizes her surroundings she moves, creeping slowly, silently in a direction that is singing her name. She knows this dream, a false reality filled with memories forgotten and fantasies, inklings of hidden little dreams of things she never had but always wanted.

I weave in and out of the last of the summer apple trees, beside the deep pool, the weeping willows cry out as the wind rattles their bones. The howling tempestuous wind carries me into a clearing where a little girl, with her hair like an inferno splayed around her head like a delicate band, lies asleep in the silvery moonlight. I fly right up to her and land on her chest, where a scarlet black rose lies dead upon her breast. I wake up. I don’t know where I am.

Her long brown hair tied back in tight bun and brown dirty dress and matching wool jumper that is two sizes too big. She heads down towards the running creek the bank starting to flatten. Dead trees creating hurdles and the thrones pricing her numb feet. The slug becomes deeper as she get closer to the water. Animals in the night scratching and yelling, light hitting her left shoulder… ‘RUN’. The only way out is the creek and he is getting closer the water reaching her lower back sending shivers up her spine. Wading through the water she sees it. The bag and the world has gone dark again silent and serine she scrambles up the other side of the bank pulling the bag with her. A big oak fallen about 15 Meters away she knows by the unsettling silence he’s not far away. Pulling the bag on her damp back she crawls to the hollow tree and lays down behind it. She holds her breath for what feels like fifteen minutes not moving a single tired muscle in her body. After about half an hour more of twilight and damp forest floor she realises he’s given up. Not for good but defiantly for

She said to herself scrambling through the forest ever more eager to get to the safety of the neighboring country of Salved. As she broke through the branches of a wild berry tree, partially covering her sent from bloodthirsty Shepherds chasing her, she found herself in a small little clearing about twelve feet across. Sunlight lit the clearing from two parted trees somewhere above, the only lighting in this cursed forest, towards the left of the clearing there was a mossy boulder with a tree growing around the backside. Towards the right there was a single tree branch that seems to existed on its own, pulled down by a perfectly seeming fully ripened red apple. Running down the middle of the clearing was a little stream. But as much as her legs yearned to rest on the boulder and as much as her stomach grumbled and her throat begging to be wet by the cold stream water she knew it was either just her imagination or a trap. Real or not she chose to avoid it running around the outer right side still unsealed by the

“right next to the river where the nut trees are planted” she answered I growled facepalming. I strapped my crossbow getting ready to follow the wolf to this grandma 's house. I stand up a little trying to make some noise to spook the wolf. The wolf 's ears perked and looking in my direction but still not noticing me. “well red I will see you around I have to get going” he said before running off. red shrugged before skipping to her grandmothers. I huff and continue after the wolf at a safe distance. The wolf didn 't bother to even run he walked his way through the wood towards grandmas house. My feet softly padded through the leaf covered ground a soft crunch here and there. I stop cringing when a loud snap echoed through the forest I just had to step on a stick. The wolf looked my way this time he saw me he growled before running off. I look around the forest floor for anything nothing, not even one track. I growl there was no way I wouldn’t have this wolf put down. This type of wolf could be sold for about $2,000 alive and $3,000 dead. And god knows I need the money. I facepalmed remembering where he was going. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me trying to remember where this house. My ears perked up at the sound of a scream and I pushed myself to get there quicker. My heart felt like it was gonna pop out of my chest as I burst through the door. The wolf pounced at red devouring her I rolled my and sprung into action. Grabbing my

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

Did you ever have a feeling when something is so hard to believe that it feels like it’s all just a dream? I have experienced this before, and let me tell you, that this is not the best feeling in the whole world. Well, this is my story.

Again, it jumped to another part of the dream. I stood in front of the year 7s as I waited patiently for my buddy. A short Asian girl with two pig tails skipped out from the crowd towards me, I recognised who she was immediately, Jessie. She was from my primary school, a year 3 student when I graduated. Her round brown eyes stared at me as she smiled and greeted me, it seemed like she doesn’t know me as she introduced herself. I had flashed a slight smile back before looking at another faceless teacher for further instructions. The teacher advanced towards us, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor echoed across the foyer, stopping

Dreams can make that empty feeling in someone’s to be filled with satisfaction, even when not real. But, these gifts of ultimate pleasure and fulfilling needs can take a very dark turn, bringing all of someone’s deepest fears and secrets out like a bottle that has tipped over. You can see the thing you’re most afraid of chase you through the shadows or something you’ve been hiding all your life popping out in the middle of a perfect dream, destroying it completely and filling you with so much guilt. Frankie had thought that she would have one of these dreams one days, but her nights were filled with calming dreams and she knew something was wrong. Everyone got nightmares, but she didn’t. She has never gotten those night terrors that made her skin crawl once she woke up. No blood-curdling cries ever escaped her throat when she woke up from an intended nightmare. She had recently studied a type of dream called “Lucid Dream”, in which you can control what could happen inside your dream, being able to go anywhere she’d like and talk to whomever she wanted. The problem is the small side effects, like dissociation and addiction. But, whatever it took, she wanted to control her dreams.