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Write a story about a character who interprets people’s dreams.

Posted in Adults on Oct 26, 2022

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Children with Dreams

Submitted to Contest #113

Warning: Sexual Content. Returning to the abandoned home where they’d first slept together, Danielle and Lupita kissed passionately the moment the door was closed. Danielle’s hunting bow made the experience as uncomfortable as it was wonderful. The grip of the bow around her chest pressed against the armour she always wore. The warrior was fine. Lupita winced from the bow pressing into her but couldn’t seem to tear herself off, despite the discomfort.             At last, they bro...

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Out of Business

Submitted to Contest #113

“And in the last days it shall be, God declares,that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh,and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,   and your young men shall see visions,   and your old men shall dream dreams.”Acts 2:17In a medium-sized, yet growing, Pennsylvania hamlet, the black print on the rippled glass window of a heavy oaken door read:Dr. Evan Blakely, Psy.D.,Dream SpecialistThree weeks ago, the doctor was about to put a permanently closed sign on that door and search for another way to make a li...

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A Fall From Grace

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(TW: Mentions of assault/violence and suicide)Stella sets up her booth like she does every Friday. Ballston Mall is always swarming with desperate characters: flirtatious teenagers, voracious salespeople, millennials trying to find acceptance with a side of discount pajamas. She gets her fair share of hate, sure. There's always a MAGA Hat Asshole that spits on the ground and calls her some terrible slur. She usually makes at least $500 though, and for a fortune teller that's basically the best one can do."Hello? Do you take card?"It's a timi...

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Big Dreams

Submitted to Contest #113

Rain pattered against glass while I rummaged through old books whose names had become unfamiliar to me. The day seemed to be lasting forever and I wanted nothing more than to be done with it as I continued to scavenge for what I was looking for. I had misplaced it early that morning and I needed it if I wanted to keep my business afloat, improvising could only get me so far. You see, I am, or was, a fortune teller. But lately in the town that I worked in, the big business was in dreams. Little dreams like those we have when we imagine ours...

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Through the Lens

Submitted to Contest #113

CW: Domestic abuse Once they reached the massive ornate doors of the temple, Keshav turned to the tourist couple and said with a downward nod of his head, “Sir, this is the end of the guided tour. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to serve you. Hope you enjoyed your visit. Have a nice day madam.” As he moved towards the next batch that he was supposed to take on the tour, the young woman called out “Wait, Mr. Keshav. You said you could interpret the dreams. May I ask you something?” It was too late for her boyfriend to stop her. Moreove...

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Three White Crows

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The weather was warm and breezy on a Saturday morning in Piedmont. Fall had just begun to brighten the scene with her orange and red foliage.Genny awoke abruptly to the sound of her Dad making loud banging in the kitchen downstairs. She had just come out of a nightmare about her deceased mother who died 5 years ago.Leaving her bed unmade, Genny slid on her favorite jeans and T-shirt and made her way downstairs to the enticing smell of Pancakes and maple syrup. "Hi dad, said Genny, what's up today?"Her father was grumpily moving about the kit...

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Not a Dream Gift

Submitted to Contest #113

“Not a Dream Gift” by Elizabeth Fenley The dream deities must be pissed off. If I had to guess, Morpheus is delivering his messages in record numbers, his brother Phoebetor, the Son of Darkness, is bringing more nightmares, and Mara is sitting on the chests of the sleeping to pour nightmares into sleep-cycling brains. They have to be the ones responsible because the dreams are so palpable, so tangible that they exude from people as they go about their normal days. I have the misfortune of reading everyone’s dreams. I can’t control it—and I c...

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Nana and our Dreams

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Let me tell you about my beloved grandmother, or my nana, as I call her endearingly. She’s quite tall, lean, with wrinkled, dry, and sun spotted skin, and had gloomy, drooping, lackluster eyes that hide a wise woman way more advanced than her years. I was starting in high school, 12 going on 13, and she was already in her mid-60’s. My relationship with my grandmother was at the borderline of love and hate. Do you know why? Because I was her favorite grandchild for house chores! She wakes me up very early to gather firewood in the riverbanks,...

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Dream Reader

Submitted to Contest #113

Dream ReaderRory had been having these dreams, see? He was in a high place and someone who he couldn’t make out was trying to push him off the edge. He was fighting back, of course, but he was being forced backwards, centimetre by centimetre. Then the dream ended with a scream. His.He told his fiancee.“Wow! That’s amazing! What does it mean?”“Too many cheese sandwiches? That ale I had at lunchtime? I thought it tasted funny.”“No, no. It’s a Sign!”“A sign?”“Yes, a Sign. You must go and see a Dream Reader!”He was doubtful. “A dream reader? Don...

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THE GOLDEN CAGE

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Every day I seethe with throbbing heat. I can hardly breathe the stifling air that invades my lungs and fuels the desire that burns through my body day and night. The mere sight of his strong form makes my heart clench like a fistful of anger and frustration. His dark, gentle eyes serve my needs but never quite meet mine and his smile is correct and deferential, never shapes to fill the hollows of my hunger. What more can I expect from a Hebrew slave?This Yusuf is no ordinary slave like the dull-eyed minions who toil in the fields or sh...

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In Dreams, I Walk With You

Submitted to Contest #113

Before Ezra entered the therapy room, he secured the headband that concealed his third eye. It was of utmost importance to hide that feature, for even children worldwide knew of the infamy of the dreamdivers. What they were capable of. What he was capable of. What he was born with. The observing agent, Delores, cleared her throat, waiting for him to open the door. He couldn’t dilly-dally any longer, despite his heart beating in his throat. Ezra took a deep breath and turned the handle. Inside was a family of three sitting next to a bed, ...

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Some Dreams Come True

Submitted to Contest #113

I would never have thought when I was a young woman taking psychology courses at university that I would end up like this – the proprietor and only staff of Madam Brianna Rue’s Dream Schemes. Here I sit, dressed for the part, like you would see in a movie, with a crystal ball placed on a small circular table, my chair across from that of my client-believer. Psychology degree, no related work, long term employment as a cashier in a supermarket, replaced at 45 by self-service. My new ‘career’ began at a party. A drunken young w...

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Mum

Submitted to Contest #113

"Mum, it happened again", I sobbed. "I was fast asleep.... and the end of my bed got lifted, really high, and then it was let go and I came crashing down". I was angry and a little scared. Why did this always happen to me? Why was I the weird one? All the other girls were normal, they brushed out their long hair, 100 times, slipped into their perfect pyjamas, kissed their parents’ good night and dreamed blissfully all night. 'Comparison is the death of joy", I heard my Nana say. So true. I was 'active', yep that's the word I heard every da...

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A Chance For Us

Submitted to Contest #113

cw: violence She wants to kill him.  Or, at least, she wants him dead.  The silence has left us suspended in time. Javiera stares at me expectantly. I shift my position, retie the ribbon at the end of my braid, smooth the creases of my skirt; anything to avoid looking at her. If she was a paying customer, I’d have no issue delving into her dreams, send her on her way with the knowledge that her psyche lusts for murder. But Javi isn’t a paying customer and she isn’t just anyone.  “So?” Javi chews on her lip, a hypnotizing tic ...

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The Dream Doctor

Submitted to Contest #113

“You’re listening to Z-102, and that was Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright. It’s 10pm, and that means you got the Dream Doctor in studio. Just like that dream weaver, I’m gonna get you through the night. The Ronnie Watkins Ford Studio Line is open, and you dreamers know how this works. You call in, tell me your dream, and I’ll tell you what it means. Lines are lighting up now, so we’ll get right to you, after The Eurythmics tell us what sweet dreams are made of. “ Danny Traylor cut the mic as Annie Lennox took over, and he pulled his coffee mug...

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