What do you call tomorrow? The same day has been repeated for almost 2 weeks. Society kills our dreams everyday but it doesn't mean i enjoy shooting at their heads!

This will my collections of funny recounts of my lucid dream journey. Most of my dreams are full of zombies, blood, and mystic powers.

Please please please please don't attempt any of this stuff I mean it's lucid dreaming unless you do it in real life without harming anybody at all go ahead I mean, what am I to stop you but still just another warning it's a dream. It's to be funny and make your day happier. 

I mean the most of the things I do are probably without reason and because it's a dream I lose control and I lack conscience I just do whatever I can in the the flow and my mindset is to get out or to live

I always wanted to meet my real parents and I met my mother, she is also my mother's missing sister. After school was over we went on our daily missions.
"Hey Liz, where were you in the morning?"
Liz was with Ana but when I was with my mother, only Ana was there so Liz doesn't know anything yet.
"I am in charge of our school trip--training camp next week" said Liz
"Is that so?"
Should I tell Liz about my mother? As I was thinking that Ana whispered to me,
"Hey Luka, you should tell Liz about--"
"I know"
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"No"
"Huh?"
"It's not like I don't want to but you know, she doesn't have a mother and I think she doesn't get along with her father"
Liz has stayed over at Ana's place many times, but she never told her parents about it and whenever we ask her about her father she dodges the topic.
"Yeah you are right"
"What are you two whispering about?" Liz asked us in a low voice, imitating us.
"Whoa Liz"
"What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing serious" said Ana
"Ah, don't tell me you were talking about something lewd now that you are going out"
"We weren't!"
"If you two decide to do something, count me in"
"We just said we weren't talking about that"
"Okay"
We are on our way back home,
"Hey Ana" said Liz
"Yes?"
"Can I stay at your place for a few days?"
"Sure"
Now I am sure something is wrong.
We went home, I took a bath, and I am eating dinner. I am very happy today, I met my real mother and I--
"Why do you look so happy Luka?" My old man asked.
"I am not happy or anything" 
"Hey Luka" Lily who was sitting beside me whispered to me
"What?"
"Did you kiss Ana?"
What the hell is she asking!
"I didn't"
"Then why are you so happy?"
She thinks I am happy because I might have kissed Ana?
"I am not--ah, there is training camp next week, so I am excited about that"
"I see"
I was lying on my bed, thinking of what happened today, I am very happy, I can't wait to meet mama tomorrow.
The window is open so I can feel the cold breeze, as I was enjoying the cold breeze, I felt like my body...no, rather than my body it felt like my soul was being dragged somewhere. I opened my eyes to see everything around me was black.
Another dream? I feel like I have been here before.
"That's right. I remember. I was chasing a light but there is no light...here"
I saw a bright light, last time I was chasing it but this time it's coming at me.
"Hello there"
The light was so bright that my eyes...wait the light just spoke?
I slowly opened my eyes to see a girl in white, she has white long hair, she is shining like a moon.
"Hello there"
"...."
"Hello there"
She is really speaking!
"...."
"You can't understand me? I said Hell-llo"
Stop with the gesture!
"Umm...what is going on?"
"You can hear me?"
"Is this a dream?"
"You can say that"
"What?"
"I am inside your body"
"Inside my body?"
"Do you remember some weeks ago you felt like something went inside your body?"
"Ye...ah?"
"That was me"
"So you are impurity?"
"Impurity is the wrong word but you can say I am pure impurity"
What the hell is pure impurity? 
"How are you inside my body? And what do you want?"
"What do I want? I don't want anything"
"Why are you in my body?"
"Because I wanted to?"
Why are you asking me? And didn't you just say that you don't want anything?
"Okay, let's start again. First, who are you?"
"I am a spirit"
"Spirit? So you are dead?"
"No, I don't have a body"
 I am more confused now!
"What is your name?"
"Name? What is name?"
Someone please wake me up!
"Name means...my name is Luka. People call me Luka. What about you? What do people call you?"
"I don't have a name"
"You don't remember it?"
"No, I never had a name"
"Okay. What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything"
"So why are you inside my body?"
"I just felt like I should go inside you"
We are back to start!
"Do you want to possess or control my body?"
"How do I do that?"
Don't ask me!
Wait, she is inside my body that means that voice...
"Did you help me remember my mother?" 
"...."
She is silent.
"Hello, can you hear me?"
"When I entered your body I read your memories"
My memories?!
"You always wanted to meet your mother and I found one memory which was of your mother. I just helped you remember it"
My memories? She can do something like that?
"Have you read all of my memories?"
"I did"
That moment I remembered all the embarrassing moments of my life but it's too late for that now.
She can read my memories so could it be that she also...
"Can you read my dreams too?"
For the past few months I have had strange dreams. When I wake up I don't remember the dreams but I can remember whether it was a sad dream or a happy dream. I can't remember the dreams, all that's left is the feeling that I can't describe.
"The dreams are also stored in memories but people always forget them"
"Did you read my dreams too?"
"I...did"
"Can you tell me what type of dreams they are?"
"I can't. They are too cruel and painful" 
But...
"They are only dreams, right?"
"I don't know"
"The person in my dreams me?"
"I don't know" 
"....."
What's going on? I was born, I have a mother, I grew up with Ana, so what are those dreams?
"But there is something strange"
"Huh?"
"You are 17 years old, right?"
"That's right. Why did you ask?"      
"Um...it's hard to explain. Oh, can I pluck your hair?"
"Huh? Sure, but why?"     
She plucked one of my hair.
"You are 17 years old. You have 17 years of memory"
"Yeah so?"
"This. If your hair is 17 years of your memory since you were born then...."
She plucked one of her hair. 
"What are you trying--"
"Then my hair is the memory of your dreams"
"What?"
"My hair is a memory of your dreams"
"I heard that but what do you mean?"
"In other words if your hair--"
"Wait, you don't mean that if my hair is 17 years of my life then..."
"That's right, the dreams you are having are thousands of years old"
"How is that possible?"
"Not only that, the dreams are more than thousands of years long"
"How is something  like that possible?"
"I don't know"
"Is the person in my dream immortal or what?"
"I don't know"
"You should know. You read my dreams, right?"
"I did but not everything is..."
"You mean there is more?"
"....."
"You mean I will get more of these dreams? Even though I don't remember them? Why?" 
"Please don't yell at me. I am just inside your body for sometime. I will leave your body soon"
"Ah...I am sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. I wasn't yelling at you"
"....."
"You can stay in my body as long as you want"
"I.....so...ha...to...so...thi...abou...ast"
"What did you say?" 
"Luka. Luka. Wake up. You will be late"
I opened my eyes. My head hurts. Did I have a dream again?
"Hey what's wrong? Why are you out of breath? "
Wait..I remember. I remember this dream.
"I met a girl in a dream"
"Luka"
"Lily. What's wrong? Why do you look so--"
"Even though you are going out with 2 girls, you are dreaming of some other girl?" 
"Wait, no. I mean I did meet a girl but she was real"
"You have guts to admit that"
"No, believe me. It was a dream but she was real"
"I will call Ana"
"Wait don't. Please! I will do anything"
"Anything?"
Oh, crap!
"Nothing lewd" 
"Okay so, kiss me"
"I just said nothing lewd"
"Kissing is not lewd"
"It is" 
"But you said you will do anything"
"I also said nothing lewd"
"I will call Ana after all"
"Wait, I will, I will kiss you"
 "Really?"
"Yeah, close your eyes"
"Okay"
She leaned forward and closed her eyes. I grabbed her face and kissed her...on the forehead. 
"Happy?"
"Kiss me on the lips"
"You never said anything about lips"
"Why you--"
"You think you are smart? Your brother is smarter than you"

The sun was so fucking hot. 

I was standing in line to take my drivers test with my mother, and we were some of the lucky ones who got to wait outside rather than in the nice air conditioning. 

"You had better pass this, because we're not coming here again." She says, patting at her hairline which is beginning to collect sweat. She's a small woman, even more so than me. I got curves from my dad's side of the family, so I'm not a complete twig like her. But somehow she's still kind of terrifying, and I admire her for that.

"We both know that's not true." I smirk at her, and she rolls her eyes, but she's smiling.

"I got this." I say, stretching my neck forward to see the front of the line.

It's been four days since my dream. 

    The day of the dream, I hadn't really done anything. I had fed my dog breakfast and then gone back to bed until three, until I had to get up and get ready for work at five. Work had been busy, a pleasant distraction from thinking about my dream. The next days I spent mostly trying to busy my mind. I cleaned the house and my room (a pleasant surprise for my mother) gave my dog a bath, sorted out some clothes to sell for extra cash, stuff like that. My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test.

I've obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear to god, I could see the boy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can't dream about someone you haven't seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Instagram? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some random guy, added a personality onto him, and has been putting him into my dreams for years? Because the more I think back, the more I think I can remember him from previous dreams. Never really acting like a main character. More like someone walking by, or a bird with suspiciously blue eyes flying over me. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my mother pushing me by my shoulder. "Let's go, Dee." She looks at me from the corner of her eye as we slowly shuffle forward. "What were you thinking about?" She asks.

I shake my head. "I just had a weird dream is all." I feel her fingers tighten around my shoulder, and I look at her. Her face looks pinched, like she's trying not to let me see some emotion. 

"What kind of dream?" She asks, avoiding looking at me.

"Well, the dream itself wasn't all that impressive…"I look at her face, wondering if I should tell her something so personal. "But when I woke up, It felt more like a memory rather than a dream."  She was quiet for several minutes, her eyes glued to the back of the woman ahead of us. "Mom…?" I ask after the silence begins making me sweat worse than the burning sun.

"Look, I need you to promise me a couple of things." My mom is suddenly pulling me closer to her, so that she can speak more directly to me without others overhearing, as though she was about to tell me the meaning of life or some other big secret. 

I nod, staring at her suddenly wrinkled and worried brown eyes. "First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real."
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, stepping closer to her. 

"All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don't just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that's going to make me understand better. 

"Yeah… got it. And the second thing?" She stares at me for a second longer, like she's considering saying one thing, but then decides on another, and then lets go of my shoulders. 

"I need you to promise me that you're going to go in there and pass this fucking thing, because I literally never want to come back to this place ever again."

And then she was pulling me back into line, straightening her crisp white shirt, and facing forward, acting as though she hadn't totally just sounded like she knew exactly what was going on in my life right now.



    That night I didn't get home until almost one. 

I worked a late shift, and since I could now drive myself home, I decided to stop at a burger joint and get me some late night dinner. And because I was avoiding my own damn dreams, I ate inside and took my time, ordering seven soda refills. Which may have pissed my cranky waitress off, but bought me a little time to continue thinking about my current situation. 

I had compiled a list of observations: 

One: this guy was obviously some miserable creation my own lonely mind created to compensate for the lack of male presence in my life. 

Two: my mother probably thought I was dreaming about becoming a doctor and wanted me to take that into consideration when choosing what I was going to college for, and that's why she acted like a crazy person when I mentioned dreams. 

And three: I couldn't avoid sleeping forever. While I had been sleeping okay the last few nights, I had a weird sense of dread tonight. Like my brain just knew, that tonight, I would be returning to the field.

The last observation was extremely prevalent as I laid down in my soft bed after taking the longest route home possible. My mom had already gone to sleep since she had to work in the morning, and my dog too was asleep at the foot of my bed. I slipped my cold feet under her warm belly.

I covered myself up with my soft, knitted, mustard yellow blanket. I listened to the sound of my noisy, and yet somehow soothing fish tank that sat on top of my overflowing bookshelf across the room.

The last thing I thought of before falling asleep, was how my fan felt like a cool night breeze.


"Are you okay?" An unfamiliar voice asks me. 
I sit straight up, breathing heavily. A woman jumps away from me, as though I'm the one was creeping on her while she was sleeping.  She's large, both height wise and weight wise. She looks like a fat version of cinderella before she got her glass shoes.  She has a lovely, cream colored face with flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes. 

I look around. I'm laying in a field, but it's not the field I wanted to be in. This one was dried up looking, dead and sad in appearance. I looked up, and was surprised to find the same bright white moon from before. The moon assured me that I was in fact in the right place. Or, at least in the general vicinity of the right place.

My eyes fall back on the woman. She's still staring at me, but she is visibly uncomfortable and obviously wants to leave. "Yeah I just… have you seen a guy? Really tall with a tattoo on the back of his neck." I stand up, dusting dirt off my sleeping shorts. 

"Well sure." She looks at me, continuing to back up little by little. "Everyone knows everyone here." I furrow my brow at her, becoming increasingly frustrated with her avoidance tactic.

"Well can you tell me where to find him?" I ask, raising my brows at her. "Please, it's really important." 

"He's probably home or in his field." She points to our right.

"Thank you." As soon as those words leave my lips she spins around and practically runs away, her feet making loud slapping noises against the sad dead ground.

I shake my head, and turn to my right, making my way through the treeline, pushing that very strange encounter to the back of my mind. The forest is pleasantly thick, but not so thick that I can't see far enough ahead of me. I can see a house to my left a few hundred feet ahead of me. I presume that's the boy's house, which means the field shouldn't be much farther ahead.

I walk quickly, feeling slightly pressed for time. Last time it was days before I could come back, what if it's longer this time? What if it's a week, or a month, or a year? I don't really know this boy too much, but for some reason the thought of not seeing him for a year makes my heart knot up. 

The tight feeling in my chest makes my bare feet move faster. I barely feel the sticks and rocks stabbing into my bare feet. I barely notice the gorgeous, huge trees covered in wet moss and flowers blooming around me. Or the deer scampering about like I was in a god damn fucking fairy tale.

All I can think about is how much my chest hurts.

I run by the house, which I can see now is man made. It's one story, with a roof that's sagging inwards. Its surrounded by thick overgrown bushes with flowers blooming from it, and the sides are home to a dark green moss. I can hear voices leaking from the cracks in the iffy wall, and can smell meat cooking and bread baking. My curiosity peaks, but I press on. I'll try the field first, and if he's not there, then the house.

A few more hundred feet, and I come to the field. 

It's just like I remember. Long, luscious grass, vividly colored flowers scattered in clumps. 

"Delilah?" I hear his voice, and my eyes search frantically for his face. 

When I find it, my heart melts. He looks so glad to see me, but I can see a layer of worry in his eyes. 

He was to the edge of the field, but now he jogs towards me. He stops abruptly in front of me, bringing along the smell of fresh bread and blood with him. 

"How did you get here?" He asks, cupping my cheeks. His hands are rough from years of manual labor, but I still lean into them. They're warm and comforting in this strange place.
"Well, a girl woke me up and I was laying in the middle of a different field. She kind of gave me directions to you but she was acting really sketchy-" 

"I didn't invite you here." He interrupts. I furrow my brow at him, shifting my weight to my other foot and grabbing his hands that still cupped my face with my own. 

"Do you not want to see me?" I ask, the inner corners of my eyes tingling. Was I about to be rejected in my own dream? 

"No, no. Of course I want to see you. But Delilah …" He pauses, looking around me towards the house. The forest seems quieter than before, more still. Even the wind is waiting to see what he's going to say next. " I can't explain this to you here. It's not safe… too many people may be listening." I furrow my brow at his words, looking around us. There was literally no one. 
What did he know that I didn't? 

"Please, I need to understand. Why do these dream seem so real? Who are you? Where did you come from?" I drop our hands down, taking a step away from him."I will explain everything. I promise, Delilah. But you need to find this field outside of your dreams." He says, backing away from me. I hear that dammed whistle coming from behind me, and he moves me out of the way.

"You mean to tell me this is a real place?" I ask, my voice going up an octave. 

"Yes." Is all he says. "Now I must go. Please, be careful about coming here. The next person who finds you sleeping may not be such a gracious host." And with that, he runs off, leaving me alone in the field with a million questions burning on my lips.


This time when I wake up I'm not so sad and lonely feeling. 
I'm confused and a little irritated. 
I sit up, trying to process what I just dreamt about. 

What the hell did he mean, "find this place outside your dreams?" 

Were my dreams more than dreams? Was this a real place and a real person I was visiting and talking to? 

    I sat there in my bed, my fan blowing freezing air on my flushed face, my dog still sleeping at my feet. It was barely even dawn, my mom had only left for work a few minutes ago, and yet I felt as though I was ready to run a mile.

    I was confused and curious about my dreams, so I got up and grabbed my laptop off of my desk. 

I typed "what do my dreams mean" into the search bar and got a million and a half results, all telling me I was either going to die or I wasn't getting enough Vitamin D. 

    I tried googling, "dreams," "vivid dreams," and about a hundred other keywords. In the end, I came out with a few theories. I reinstated my previous theory, that my mind had just weirdly latched onto a stranger. But on a more supernatural (and unrealistic) note, I could be psychically linked to someone. But I'd never met field boy in real life, so could I be connected to him? 

    And then I started thinking about my mother. 

    Why had she reacted so strongly when I told her about the dream? Scratch that, I hadn't even told her about the dream in detail. I had literally just said, "I had a weird dream." Did she know what was going in? Did she too have these dreams? In the end I realized I would have to ask her if I wanted to get any actual answers.

Lillian shivered a bit listening to the boy's words. "What!? What do you mean!!?" She frowned looking at the boy. Several thoughts were now circulating in her head, at a single time. Is he having dreams too? But why will he have those dreams? He is not even in contact with the bracelet and the sword is yet not found. 
"I do not even know, what I mean. All I know is that I have to protect Rosy and Rhehan. That is why I am here to fulfill my duty!" James sighed and sat on the couch, looking helplessly at his mother.
"What else do you know?" Lillian looked at the boy in surprise. 
"Huh? You don't look so surprised to me mom! Do you already know about it?" James asked feeling perplexed. 
"Yes! What I want to know is that why do you have this feeling that something bad is going to happen!?" Lillian asked in a worried tone. 
"It is because of those dreams. From past one week, I had been reminded of my duty towards my sister. I was told to be her brother in this life by Khufu, who was my brother in the previous life, who is now Rhehan." James blurted rapidly and covered his face in embarrasement. "I know mom, you will think I am going crazy. I totelly get it. But it is all true. Not just me but all of us have reincarnated, I know this for sure!" James looked at his mom in hesitation. 
"How are you so sure that all these dreams are true?!" Lillian asked in surprise.
"It is because, I used to see a metallic bracelet, being made in fire, with some ashes, derived... derived from...Ro....Enchantress. I used to visualise that dream everyday, so that I could recollect its design anytime I want. Later, I spotted that bracelet in Rhehan's wrist. Though he was wearing a coat, and I only saw only half of it for a few seconds, but I miraculously spotted it and could immediately recognise it. It was then that I realised that my dreams do hold a meaning and I had to go back home immediately. I completed my shoots as soon as possible and took a fifteen days of leave!" James got up from the couch and started walking in the living room restlessly. 
Lillian sighed looking at James, feeling remorseful. She had several thoughts going around in her head. Is this some sort of warning to us? Is the bracelet trying to bring us together and form one team? Does this mean that something big is going to happen very soon. "James!!" Lillian looked at James in anticipation, as if going to confess something very big. "What ever dreams, you are seeing are indeed true. We all are reincarnated, to fight against Horus and his right hand man, Augus! He killed your sister in her previous life and also... also... he had killed me, to attain our ashes." Lillian pursed her lips, looking at James' surprised face. 
"You... You know all this already!!? Then why did you not tell me mom!?" James looked at his mother in surprise. 
"I did not expect it to start so soon. We don't even have the sword. How are you already getting these dreams, I fail to understand. From past two days, Lee has been travelling in search of the sword!!" Lillian covered her face in despair. 
"You mean brother's sword. Which we placed besides him, in his coffin!?" James gulped in fear, listening to his mother's words. Everything that he had ever dreamt of in past one week, was being spoken by his mother. 
"Y... Yes!" Lillian looked at James in nervouseness as he talked about Rhehan in a brotherly way. "You seem to have quite an impact of that dream already!" 
"Yes! I am determined. I know, I am the prime protector of my sister and you!" James looked with determination in his eyes.
"Then as a prime protector, I must tell you, why you were assigned to protect specially us. We both were the only enchantress, in the entire universe. The qualities of an enchantress are not related to our skin, but to our soul. With our deaths, our ashes were used, but then it does not kill away our qualities!" Lillian looked at James, at the verge of tears.
"What do you mean mother!?" James looked at Lillian in surprise, as if already having a hint of what was she going to say next.
"I mean... we both are still the enchantresses, our ashes, still play the same role that they played earlier. Using our ashes, another sword can be created which can fight Khufu's sword." Lillian sighed, placing her hands on her face.
"What!!?? Are you sure!!?? Who said that to you!!" James looked at the lady in horror.
"The old master, who is now our guide and teacher. He told this to us a few days back. He wanted to be sure, so he took a few strands of my hair and tried to create the same material, and this was formed." Lillian took out a thin metallic ring, made from her hair. "I wanted you to wear this and had been thinking of excuses to make you wear it. But since you already know, its importance then it is even better!" 
James looked at the ring in surprise, holding it between his fingers. "But... But I thought, that it is just the ashes from... from the bones!" 
"Yes! We thought so too. But old monk, was still in doubt, as the ashes could also be created from hair and skin, so he wanted to try it!" Lillian spoke in a sad tone. 
"Gosh! This implies to Rosy too! I hope Augus and Horus do not know about it!" James spoke up, when suddenly somebody rang the door bell again. 
"I wonder who it must be, so early in the morning!" Lillian whispered and frowned looking at the door. 
"Oh! It must be Kareem. I had called him home to share everything with him!" James heaved a sigh of relief, wearing the ring in his right hand, walking towards the door happily. 


Rhehan expected her to fall for his wicked smile. The moment he tried to touch her uncovered thigh , he was thrusted with a tight slap on his right cheek.

The beautiful woman sitting in his front cursed him and stormed out of the cafe.
The nymphomaniac within him took a break again and he could not even sleep.

He had to take revenge for the slap.
How dare she hit him like that? Doesn't she know who he is? How can a girl possibly be not affected by his looks and wealth? 
.....
The next day he entered the same cafe and ordered everyone to move out. Nobody had the courage to refuse him. As soon as the girl was also about to leave, he held her waist and pushed her closer to his already lusty body.
It was just the two of them in the cafe.

" Not you my dear," he said holding her waist and feeling her curves on his hardness.
.....
What will prevail Love or Lust? For a nymphomaniac man like Rhehan is it possible to love anybody in his life?

Get ready to experience a rollar-coaster ride of Love, romance, mystery, magic and action.?


P.S.

Since many people are confused about me using the term Nymphomaniac for a male, I would like to clarify that there is a reason I have done that! 

Volume 1 (Finished)
Volume 2 (beginning)
Volume 2(The CEO's addiction)


You will get to know about it in later chapters! ?

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Just as Jade's interest in the segment was waning, the host said something that renewed her attention. When Jade heard the female host mention that dreams about teeth were common, she suddenly shook as she remembered her dreams from the night before.
'That's weird. I just had a dream about that last night!' As she thought back on the dream, trying to remember the full series of events, the hosts continued their discussion.
On the TV, Desmond did not seem to believe Holly. "Teeth dreams are common? Personally, I don't remember my dreams, but teeth dreams seems a very niche category."
"No, you'd be surprised," Holly countered, "most people have had teeth dreams before. They're a part of the body that people are most self-conscious about. If you have an issue with skin, hair, or fat, it can repair itself naturally, but teeth are different; once you lose all your baby teeth, that's all you get."
"Hmm… I suppose so." Desmond seemed to have been slightly convinced by Holly. "My incredulity aside, what do teeth dreams mean?"
"Teeth dreams are one of the most direct ways for our subconscious to communicate with us. There aren't as many variations as with water or flying dreams, but I'll give you a few examples.
"If someone chips a tooth, they likely have repressed insecurities, or perhaps they feel stressed by something. Rotting teeth are similar to chipped teeth, but the emotions are much stronger, typically extreme anxiety or fear.
"A weird one that I'm fond of is someone pulling out your teeth. That's your subconscious trying to warn you that the person taking your tooth wants something precious to you…"
Jade thought back to the dream and remembered that Frank had yanked out her tooth. 'Ha! So, Frank wants something precious from me? I live in a rundown apartment building; the only thing of value I own, partly, is the cafe, and it's not like he can just walk away with that!'
Quickly dismissing the host's interpretation of her dream, Jade returned her attention to the TV, looking to see what other bizarre nonsense Holly would come out with.
On the breakfast show, Holly had finished talk about teeth dreams and was looking to Desmond. It seemed they had time for a little more, because Desmond said, "Holly, you mentioned flying dreams earlier. I'm sure I've probably dreamt about that before, so what are the meanings behind those?" 
"Well, Desmond, flying dreams are a lot of fun. For the most part, they mean good things: upcoming success, freedom, joy. However, they can also mean bad things. If you learn to fly in your dream, it means that you are ambitious. A successful takeoff means that your ambitions will come true, but if you struggle to take off, you will meet much adversity.
"Similarly, if you fly freely, it means that you will experience the freedom and joy that you've always desired. However, if an accident befalls you mid-flight, it means something will prevent that freedom or joy. You should be particularly cautious if it's a person who stops your flight…'
With a disinterested look on her face, Jade looked down at the crumbs on her plate and then back up at the TV. 'Mr Frisch is going to prevent my freedom and joy? Hehe… I'd like to see him try.'
With a sigh, Jade realized that she had been watching TV for almost twenty minutes. 'What a waste of time… There's no way I'd believe in a load of baloney like that.'

After struggling through her early years, lacking the support of her family and those she once called friends, Jade is finally back on her feet. Not just on her feet. She's a successful, young woman running her own business, a cute cafe just outside the central business district.
But despite handsome, successful businessmen running in and out of her store every day, she still hasn't found the right man.
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"Come with me. I'll buy you a house, and you'll never have to worry about money or work again."
"No, thank you, I enjoy my work."
"Come with me. I'll buy you an island. You'll have a Michelin star chef cook your every meal."
"No, thank you, my own cooking is sufficient."
"Humph! Seeing as you won't come with me, I'll just move in here."
"Eh? What?"
"I bought the land your cafe is built on. I think you'll find that you no longer have a say."
"…"
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I hear my alarm clock going off and I slowly turn to my side to turn it off. I get up and sigh. "Another day that Mallory Charvel picks on me for no reason. I don't understand, why me?"I whisper 
I then get up and get dressed. I had another one of those dreams. I might tell Jason, but I'm still not sure if I should or not. There are only two outcomes. The first one being, he will agree that we need to monitor my dreams, and the second ending with him thinking I'm insane and he and I stray away from each other. Maybe I'll just wait. "Rana, come on! You need to get something to eat before you have to leave!" my mother calls. I run downstairs and into the kitchen. There, my mom is fixing me a plate of spam and eggs. "Thank you, mom!" I say as I sit down. She smiles and brings me my plate. I start eating and my mom grabs her just some spam since she is allergic to eggs. I always thought her allergy was a little weird because she could have stuff made with eggs but couldn't have just eggs. I look over at my mom and see she is staring into space. She looked sad and realized she was thinking about my dad. About one month ago, he died. Yes, it's been really hard, but I know we'll get through this. I pick up my plate and place it in the sink, and I hear my mother get up to place her place in the sink as well. "You should probably get going soon. I think Jason is waiting for you at the end of our driveway ."I grab my bag and head towards the door "Bye Rana, I love you. And be safe!" My mother tells me as I open the door. "I love you too, and I will!"
      My mom locks the door and I run down the driveway to Jason. Ah, yes Jason L James: my best friend. He's been with me through thick and thin, and he's really helped cheer me up since my dad died. The only thing he doesn't know is that Mallory Charvel and her group have been picking on me. We walk all the way to school talking about random stuff, and once we reach the front we part ways, so he can head to practice pitching since he is in baseball. all alone once again, which means I'm now an easy target for Mallory. I turn around and see her coming my way, and my fight or flight responses kick in. GET INSIDE GET INSIDE GET IN- too late. I feel her cold hand touch my shoulder. "Oh, Hi Rana. Nice weather for Brownsville texas, isn't it? Say why don't you come with me and we'll get something to eat." She says, sending chills down my back with every word. "Umm, w-well I don't kn" 
"Now," she says having her two friends grab me. "H-hey what are you doing!" I yell. She just smiled and they took me to the side of the school and through me into a pile of trash next to the dumpster. "Really?!" I yell with tears in my eyes. They all just laugh and walk away. 
I climb out of the pile of trash, walk back around to the front of the school, walk inside, go to the bathroom, clean up what I could, and change into my PE outfit. I wanted to go to the principals' office so badly but there was one issue. Her friend Karla had dirt on me and all of my friends. So if I even try to get her and her group in trouble, since Karla is the principal's niece, They would get us all in trouble, and they would get nothing more than a slap on the wrist. So, I step out and walk to the cafeteria sit down till class. Hopefully, I don't have to deal with her at lunch.

I sit down at a table outside with my friends Abby Johnson and Marilyn Moore. Once we sat down we started to talk about random stuff, like school, anime, stuff like that, suddenly as we were sitting and talking, I hear someone call my name but, I just ignore it because it's probably just people yelling all at once to create that illusion. "Rana!" I hear someone call. Ok, now I know someone is trying to get my attention. I turn around and see that it's my best friend, Jason James. " Hey, what's up JJ?" I say to Jason. "I need to talk to you," He says looking more serious than normal. "Ok about what?"He normally doesn't talk to me at lunch, so it must be important. " Let me rephrase what I said. I need to talk to you in private. I mean, away from your friends and other people" He says. "Um, ok," I say as I turn to Abby and Marilyn. " Hey I gotta go, so I'll see you both tomorrow since we don't have any classes together in the afternoon." They then turn to me and at the same time say"ok, fine...we'll see you tomorrow." They then get up and give me a hug, and I walk over to Jason. " ok JJ what d-" he then grabs my arm and takes me to an old, abandoned, dusty, classroom. "For real! Why did you drag me here!" I ask getting a little upset. "Look, Rana, I need you to tell me the truth. No matter how stupid, or crazy, or dumb it may sound." Ok does he really think he can just drag me here to tell him something that could have probably waited till later? well, I'm already here. Mine as well ask him what he is asking me to tell him. " ok, what did you need me to be honest about?" He turns around for a moment then looks at me and says "Tell me about your dreams," he asks.
"Um, what do you mean dreams?" He then once again looks away, then back at me." I mean tell me, have your dreams affected you in any way" ok, so he wanted to talk about those dreams...I mean he is my best friend, but maybe I shouldn't tell- No he said no matter how crazy it sounds "Yes, I fact last night I had a dream that someone that looked a lot like me was standing in a forest when I suddenly hear someone yell" lookout" .thats when I looked up and saw something shooting towards me, then scratching my eye. I think I might have fainted because, Soon after someone who looks like you, runs towards me and picks me up, then runs to some kind of tent. He then sets me down and says "don't leave me" then he kisses me and I wake up." Jason walks around the classroom, thinking about something. He then stops walking and said " how did this dream affect you"
I think back to earlier and remember how I was scratched on the arm. "This dream predicted that I would get scratched" I then showed him the bandage on my forearm. He then says" I had the same dream...do you think it's possible that the dreams are only affecting you?" I sit and think about it for a moment. " I mean it's possible. Because if you were also affected they you who have seen me being scratched. Now, all we have to worry about is if I die in the dream because if I die in my dreams I risk dying in real life." Well, Shoot. Suddenly, I hear the bell." Hey, we can talk about this more after school at my house! See ya JJ" I turn around and walk to my class when I hear" ok, see ya Rana katana" He knows I hate it when he calls me that! It is gonna be a long way home.

Rana Michael is your average high schooler, or at least as average as you can be when your dreams are happening in real life ! I this fantasy romance you follow Rana Michael and Jason James as they try to find out why their dreams are happening in real life



Hailey’s POV 

I dialed his number. I remember his number from the heart. 

“Hello?” Alex’s voice came. 

Listening to his voice, tears came to my eyes. 

“A-Alex,” I said. 

I heard pages rustle and then I heard his grasping some air. 

“H-Hailey? Is that you!?” 

“Y-Yes Alex,” I said. 

“Oh god, are you okay!?” 

“Yes, I am,” I said. “How are you? And mom?” 

“We’re good, Hailey... b-but you? Where are you!? When are you coming back?” 

“I-I can’t come back, but I am good Alex,” I said. I heard him sighing. 

“Does he hurt you?” he asked. 

“No” I replied. 

“You sure? You seem like you’ve been crying” 

“Yes... I-I just got emotional hearing your voice. I miss you Alex” I confessed. 

“I miss you too sis,” he said. “so. you aren’t coming?” 

“No… I am sorry Alex” 

“Don’t be” he said. “One day you will get out of that devil’s--” 

“He’s not a devil!” I said. “He is just… hurt” 

“Hailey. Mom always taught us to see good in others. But not when… he- well, he destroyed you!” 

“Believe in me, I will make everything fine,” I said. 

“I do,” he said. 

“Bye Alex” 

“Wait. When will you call again?” he asked. 

“If everything is fine, then soon” 

“Okay, I will wait desperately, sis” 

“Don’t try to find me please Alex. I am safe and will return if everything turns out fine” 

“IF? There is no if, Hailey! You have to!” 

“Y-Yeah. Bye!” 

“Bye” 

I lowered the phone as tears fell from my eyes. This is so beautiful, talking with him after so much time. I can’t believe he let me do this. I think we will soon be good. 

I made the dinner after that and did exactly what I always do, made the best I can. I took the dishes and then arranged them on the dining table while he was working on his laptop again. 

After serving all dishes, I thought to talk to him. 

“R-Robert,” I said. 

He looked at me and then at dinner. He smiled. 

“Here’s your phone,” I said and handed him the phone. He looked at the phone and then at me. He looked quite shocked. 

“Did you have a good talk?” He asked shaking off the expression. 

“Y-Yeah, kind of... I-I mean it was... uh... emotional” 

He nodded and then made me sit next to him. Again, those memories. Why is it the same case with everything? 

He looked at me and saw the fear in my eyes. 

“I usually love to see the fear in other’s eyes,” he said. “But I don’t like it right now” 

I lowered my head and nodded. 

“I mean don’t be scared” 

I looked at him and smiled. 

He can change in the blink of an eye, right? 

 I just can’t believe that he was the one who did that to me that day. 

Then we had the most peaceful dinner I ever had with him. We went to the bed and laid down. 

“Night,” he said. 

“Good night” I replied. 

Doesn’t it look like a perfect dream? 

 I mean, is it possible that in real-life, someone can change so much? 

‘But he hasn’t changed. You said that you are removing his mask, dumbo!’ my subconsciousness said. 

‘Shut up’ I said. 

She speaks too much at times. 

I closed my eyes and a song started playing in my mind. 

“I close my eyes and I can see 

 The world that's waiting up for me 

 That I call my own 

 Through the dark, through the door 

 Through where no one's been before 

 But it feels like home 

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy 

 They can say, they can say I've lost my mind 

 I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy 

 We can live in a world that we design 

'Cause every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

There's a house we can build 

 Every room inside is filled 

 With things from far away 

 The special things I compile 

 Each one there to make you smile 

 On a rainy day 

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy 

 They can say, they can say we've lost our minds 

 I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy 

 Runaway to a world that we design 

Every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

However big, however small 

 Let me be part of it all 

 Share your dreams with me 

 You may be right, you may be wrong 

 But say that you'll bring me along 

 To the world you see 

 To the world I close my eyes to see 

 I close my eyes to see 

Every night I lie in bed 

 The brightest colors fill my head 

 A million dreams are keeping me awake 

 A million dreams, a million dreams 

 I think of what the world could be 

 A vision of the one I see 

 A million dreams is all it's gonna take 

 A million dreams for the world we're gonna make 

For the world we're gonna make” 

 

It is crazy how it fits just the situation I am in, right? 

I mean, anyone would literally call me crazy if I tell them that I am healing him. 

 

“You look beautiful when you smile” I heard a voice. I opened my eyes and I noticed the song wasn’t in my mind, but it was being played on his phone. 

“You also think it’s crazy right?” he asked. 

“What?” I asked him. 

“Helping me” 

“Nope,” I said. “I think that people will say that. But as the song says, I don’t care” 

He smiled. “You are different… much different” 

I smiled back, not knowing what he meant by ‘different’. 

 

I closed my eyes again and this time, I fell asleep. 

Robert’s POV 

[flashback] 

“…. set them free” Hailey completed her sentence. 

That time, I felt something. She was... absolutely correct. It is true, I-I am scared of my demons. 

And that is why I want to hurt her… 

Or I am bound to hurt her. 

 And the fact that she understands me, the way no one ever did, that is... that just makes her special. 

I saw hurt in her eyes once again. I can let her talk to Alex, it would not hurt. 

So, I gave her my phone and she smiled. She was beyond shocked and I liked that expression. 

She was impressed… maybe just by herself. 

That look showed that she felt as if she just had a small victory. 

The same she had when she told me about the negotiation. 

 

I-I was not knowing why she went there. 

I should have let her explain. 

 

Anyway, when she came back and gave me my phone back, I was kind of shocked. I thought she would have kept it or would not return it. But she was trustworthy… at least this time. 

 

Her food is very delicious, as always. But words of praise have never left my mouth. 

As we laid on the bed, I saw her. How she must be feeling. 

This is the first time I was thinking about how others must be feeling. 

 

I played the song I thought would match her conditions. She smiled after the song was completed. 

She looks beautiful when she smiles… and I spoke it by mistake. 

I was happy she didn’t reply or react to it. 

 

I slept after that. 

 I decided to not go to MO that night. I told Max to handle it. 

Yeah, MAX. I don’t care about anything; he is still my right-hand man and no one is as skilled as him. 

 

Hailey’s POV 

I got up and as expected he was not beside me. He always wakes up first. 

But something is wrong. 

Fuck. How can this alarm not ring? 

It is 7 AM. 

I got up hurriedly to see if he has gone or not. I ran down the stairs and saw him sitting. I went to him. 

“I-I am sorry, I- I don’t know why the alarm-” 

“I switched it off,” he said. “But for now, can you please make breakfast? I am dying” 

Wow. He knows how to use hyperbole and a hint of humor too! 

“Sure”

"Am I selling myself!?"I found myself asking. "Yes" he replied without any emotions.  She was sold to the most eligible billionaire of NY. He forced her to marry him-- and no, it wasn't love. It was hate. It was the need for revenge. It was all... Fake. Will this fake marriage ever amount to real love?

I wake up to an empty bed. 
I wish jimin was still here. 

I lay still on my bed. 
Memories of last night flash in my mind. 
I can still feel his touch. 
I can still feel the heat .
The way he held me together when I broke. 
It all feels real. 
I wish it was.  
But the real jimin is on the other side of the world .

Sigh. 
I wake up .
Fuck it's 8am!  
I quickly shower and get dressed. 

I stand in front of the mirror. 
I wear a white tee and black jeans. 
Lol I'm ugly. 

Suddenly I feel strong arms hugging me from behind. 
I obviously know who that is. 
She always does this. 

"Hey babe! You look sexxxxxyyyyy "
She literally squeals. 

That's my best friend. 
Aria. 
We've known each other since the first day of freshmen year.
And now we're sophomores. 
She picks me up everyday. 
We go to college together and come back together
And most of our classes are together. 
So we see each other all the time. 

"lol I don't!  And stop trying to scare me Ari!  It's not gonna work "

"aw babe.  Such a liar.  Your were absolutely terrified! "
She knows I wasnt 

"yeah sure! "
I give a sarcastic look. 

"and BTW don't you think you're being really clingy and cliché since you and hope got together "

Hoseok,  also known as j-hope. They've been together for 6 months now. 
He's in the final year of college. 

"ummmmmn ye-yeah "
She blushes. 

I give her a weird look and start applying make up. 

And Aria sits on my bed going through her phone. 
Probably texting Hope. 

"so what did you do yesterday? "

My eyes go wide. 
I can feel the heat on my face. 
Should I tell her about my dream? 
She's my best friend. 
Of course I should. 

"soooooooooooooo,  I had this weird dreeeeeaaaaaaam "
I try not to blush. 
But I think she caught me

"okay who did you fuck in your dreams now? "
She raises an eyebrow at me. 

I bite my lip 
"jimin.  I mean we dint do it.  I knew it was a dream so I took my chance and made out with him. "
I'm completely embarrassed right now. 

"and how did you know it was a dream? "

" I pinched myself and felt nothing.  AND THE CLOCK WAS DIFFERENT.  IT HAS 13 HOURS!  WHICH CLOCK HAS 13 HOURS! " I nearly scream 

"woah calm down. Well I'm happy for you. You atleast had jimin in your dreams "

"yeah I guess "
I grin at her  .

"Now.  We're gonna be late so HURRY UP! "

I tie my hair up  into a pony. 

"okay? "
I ask 

She looks at me like I did something wrong. 

"what?  Do I look bad? "
I try to adjust my hair. 

"gurllll.  Who else did you make out with? And I mean in real life. "

"what do you mean?. You know I was home the whole day " 
What is she talking. 

She touches my neck and I wince in pain. 
"see!  There's a hickey here! "

I look at it in the mirror and yes it is a hickey. 

"but i made out with jimin only!  And that was in my dream! " I'm freaking out. 

She keeps pacing around the room. 

She suddenly runs towards me. 

"wait!  So when you pinched yourself you felt nothing??"

"No. "

"THEN HOW DID YOU FEEL JIMIM?  WHEN YOU WERE KISSING AND STUFF!  DID YOU FEEL HIM? "

At this point I'm literally shivering. 
Inside. 

"ye-yeah I di-did "
I stutter. 

"how did you feel his touch? When you're not supposed to feel anything in your dreams "
I can tell she's very scared right now. Tbh I am too

"I don't know ohh my god " 
I don't know what to feel .
Should I be scared?  
Obviously I should! 

Aria takes me into a hug 
"its okay. We're gonna find out what happened. "

"and how are we gonna do that? "

"My Hope.  You know which degree hope is taking don't you? "

Realization hits.
 Orientology and psychology!!
The one who studies about dreams .

"yeah!! " she squeals in excitement. 

"but what if it's just a rash?  Maybe we're just making a big deal out of it? " 
I don't wanna get my hopes high that I might've actually had a make out session with jimin. 

"you might be right . Okay so here's the deal.  Let's wait for a few days.  If you get those dreams again we're definitely gonna take help alright?? "

"okay " I give her a weak smile. 

"good. Now let's get to college. We're late. "

I rush pass the Ataraxia and fumble my way through the build to the outside. Standing outside in the light of the setting sun everything was average. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the building I was in, was a mansion. Everything around the house seem to be of a high quality and well taken care of. It was nice, It was pretty, It was normal. Nothing in the surrounding that would give a dead give away to be in another world, except the dome. The dome was odd but did not seem to be  fantastical or magical in anyway,just a regular dome. "Maybe not, it just not enough to declare it to be a different world, I may just be delusional". I continued to walk to observe my surroundings, taking notice of the well kept gardens and clean outside furniture. Further along the path there a giant crystal floating the of the walkway, like where a statue would be. The crystal appeared to be the size of an adult human. Also the crystal was almost transparent and was almost unseeable if didn't refract light from the sun. it appears to be- "Please Wait!!". A voice of girl screaming at to stop. After Run to me and somewhat at out of breathe ask me a question "Why did you run away!?" in a slightly irritated voice. "Well I surprised from my surroundings and had to investigate". "Did you really have to do that now?" she asked ."It a habit of mind to observe my surroundings, if I don't I get restless". Not wanting to go any further in that discussion, I change the subject"Anyways, what is this". "The mana stone?" she confusedly asked. I responded with a simple "yes". "It give mana to my tools"." tools?" I bluntly asked. She response confused by the question "what do you mean?"."yeah, i guess it was a stupid question". She suddenly make horrified face and then screams out "YOU CAN'T SAY THE WORD!!!" She begins to make pouting face and her arms by her side while make a fist in each hand. Surprised I let out the most appropriate response "wha-". She continued to stare a me with eyes that attack me with the force ten thousand suns. I fell back from the shear pressure it pushes on to me. Scared for my life, I whimper, "what do you mean?"."the 's' word is what i mean!!" she states as she continues to attack me with her stare. "Wait, what that all?" seeing my clear confusion, she breaks her pout. 
" Anyways, you still haven't answered my question".
"oh that, yeah, I am not from the inside of the dome". 
"Really!?!"
"Y-yeah"
"What type of food you eat, have you seen fire magic  lightning magic, water magic, beast, light, dark, spatial, earth, air, mat-"
"Wait, clam down, what do you mean magic "
"You don't know what magic is"
She says quietly to herself but still load enough for me to hear."Note to self, people don't know what magic is outside of the dome "
She suddenly perks up "Wait, what do you mean 'what do you mean magic'"
She continues "My teacher said everyone outside of the dome uses magic in their everyday life"
"For you to question what magic is weird, as if you are not from this world" she accused while circling me like a shark would around it pery.
I respond "yeah i am not from this world, my world didn't have magic in it, well at least it wasn't called magic, but nothing like this crystal."
Her face changes from a stern to sadden "so you are not from the outside world" in a sad tone
"No" I responded bluntly 
"Oh, I see" she disappointedly says
"Can you tell me where are we" I nervously asked
"What do you mean, we are in a Dome?" She says as she stares at me with a confused expression
"No I know we are in a dome, what I meant what is this dome we are in"
She looks at me with a troubled expression "I don't really know what the dome is"
"What" I responded confusedly 
"Well, All I can remember is being inside of this dome, I can only thing i can see outside of the dome is sky, it a little depressing"
She looks down and the mood turns stiff.
To break the stiff mood, I ask "What are your dreams?"
After the question the stiffness begins again
I begin again "My Dreams lays beyond this dome"
"..." 
I continue while staring at the sky" To begin an adventure unlike anything I could experience in my world. To see and experience something. To live my life my way.
I turn to look at her to see  tears flowing down her face.
She begins to speaks in a quiet voice " My-y Dreams- are impossible"  
Then suddenly runs away from me towards a hill with a tree on the top.

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