(B) Chapter One: Little Dove
*Beep!* *Beep!* *Beep!*
I groaned and rolled over and pushed my head underneath my pillow. I squeezed my hands over my ears trying to drown out the sound of my alarm clock. It can't be time already. I just fell asleep.
Ughh..damn it.
At least that's what it feels like to me. I don't sleep much these days, but when you dream about what I dream about you really don't want to close your eyes. Because you know who will be waiting for you when you do. Staring at you with those dark green eyes full of the wrong kind of lust. You know what he's thinking, what he's going to do. You know you can't stop it. You just pray and hope you wake up before he kills you. I guess I'm lucky in some way. My dream isn't my reality.
Not yet at least.
No. Don't think like that. You know better. Its just a dream. You know that.
Do I?
I feel like this every morning.
*Beep!* *Beep!!* *BEEP!!!*
"Ahhh! NO!" I screamed at it," I. Don't. Want. Too!"
*BEEEP!!!!!*
"For the love of God shut the hell up!"
I threw my pillow across the room and it hit the pale blue wall with a light thud. It hit the floor, but on its way down it made a small picture of me, Brandon, my sister, and my beautiful mother, smiling. Real smiles. Not those forced ones you always see in those family portraits. They were real genuine smiles. We were happy back then. It was before everything had happened.
The obvious person that is missing from this picture was cut out and burned. Just like the rest of his pictures. I don't speak his name and I do not talk about him.
Never.
I can't.
I flung my hand over and smacked the snooze button several times. I took in a long deep breath and ...
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...They have to.
Its because oft the Rose Killer that I'm having my damn nightmare. That and everything else I've been through. I finally get these memories pushed back underneath the surface and then they bubble back up again. Ever since I heard about the killings its all I see when I sleep. Why....? Why the deep dark green eyes? That's the only part of the nightmare that I do not understand.
My bagel bounced up from the toaster making me jump 3 feet into the air. That's what I get for getting so deep into my thoughts.
My breathing became slightly shallow as I got better control of it. I shook my head. A fucking bagel scares me... Imagine what the Rose Killer would do to me...probably give me a heart attack before he made it out of the house with me.
My phone started vibrating in my pocket, I pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D.
I groaned loudly. I had piles of homework to catch up on, an entire book to read for English by the end of this week, and a math test to study for. On top of all of that, my head was pounding and it felt like it was on
and soon I was sleeping. I spent a great deal of time asleep over the
Have you ever experienced a dream or a nightmare that seemed like reality? Most people in the world today would say that they have. Although this realistic dream experience does not occur often, when it does, clear distinctions are hard to make between the dream and reality. Theories exist that explain dreams as our subconscious
By 2:00AM we finished everything and were waiting for a friend in the lobby, who was already waiting. I know, I haven’t slept for hours, but I believe this is worthwhile. I didn’t get to sleep the whole ride to their house. I spent all of my time looking out the window. I could barely see a thing. I...
And with that, my phone died. I got back into bed, perplexed. I fell asleep about
So as always, my parents being the loud people they are, woke me up. I swear if they lived in another house, I would still be able to hear them. Although they were loud, I was tired and I wasn’t gonna let them disturb my sleep. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my phone get a snapchat, then I saw the long list of snaps. The list was so long, it seemed like it never ended. I was being put to sleep by the sight of loading sign next to the names, with the dimmed screen.
and tried to return to sleep. Soon after I came to the realization that sleep was a hopeless
Of course, this opens the discussion to another question: is the story really happening? One argument could answer affirmatively. There is no concrete evidence of a dream state, as the story opens with "
The time for dreams is not just limited to when we close our eyes at night; we dream in thoughts of the future, in fleeting moments of fantasy, and even in conversation. Perhaps these instances are not as vivid as unconscious dreams, but nevertheless, they paint a valuable picture of what is on our mind, and more importantly, what we might not realize is lurking in the depths of our subconscious. For those who believe in the power of dreams and recognize the symbolism they hold, they can serve as a guide for discovering the influences the human psyche adopts from its environment and the subsequent influence this has on our actions. In other cases, dreams are often unrealized, and disregarded as something trivial, with no deeper significance. In exceptional cases, you might see an individual disregard the fact
This clearly shows that the authenticity of a dream is related to the fact of how good a believer is. These “good and true” dreams are a divine gift to our hearts, and such dreams can only come when your heart is pure, sound, healthy, innocent, and penetrated with faith in Allah Most High.
Everyone in the world has had at least one dream in their lifetime. Most people don’t think much about the dreams they have, unless they are recurring. Most people today wake up from a dream or nightmare saying, “thank heaven that was a dream,” or “too bad that was just a dream.” Many times these dreams or nightmares have more meaning than we think.
Dreaming is very different than everyday life, yet somehow still relates to it in some way. In everyday life we have stress and happiness along with many other emotions. Yet in someway when we drift off into a deep sleep this emotions come right back. Dalai Lama once said that “sleep is the best meditation.” Sleep may be the one thing that people turn to, a place where your mind is totally set free to do what it wants and think what it wants. An idea or vision that is created in your imagination that when suddenly when you awake, feels so real.Dream reflect reality because most peoples dreams are in fact related to past, and recent experiences, or events that have happened in a person’s life. Dreams are more than just a method of entertainment, They should be taken more seriously because of the fact that with dreams imitating own reality, you can then learn more about yourself.
All of us dream, several times at night. It is believed by some that we sleep in order that we may dream. Dreams can come true if somebody makes them true, as the saying goes, “A dream is just a dream, unless you make it come true”. Dreams provide us the actual picture of our thoughts. Dreams may tell us about any physical event which took place with us or which is going to happen with us. The dream is trying to inform the dreamer about his condition in any walk of life. Basically, we can dream about anything logical or illogical, fictious or non-fictious and reasonable or unreasonable.
As the body sleeps, reality becomes replaced with the dream world, a fanciful place where the innermost being is found cowering like a creature vying to be freed. Some people have vivid dreams that are life-like; others cannot recall having dreamed. One concept is for sure, the dream world is one where the mind runs a free course. Images buried deep inside, thoughts avoided throughout the day, and unrealistic situations take hold. These images may turn into a peaceful dream of amazement and wonder, or they may take a frightening turn, dragging the mind into a state of horror and dread. The situations can become all too real, grasping at the outer edges of the mind, pushing the dream over the boundaries the body normally allows.