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“Dream Weaver” by Megan Lange

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In the dust that settles at the end of the world where the only light is the dimness of dawn, there is a woman sitting on a wooden chair. It is not a throne; she is not a queen. It is not a rocking chair; she is not a crone. It is a wooden chair you might find anywhere in the world, straight-backed and uncomfortable to sit on for long periods of time. She sits on it while she weaves with a cat sleeping lazily at her feet. There is a single flickering flame that lights her workspace, illuminating spools of thread in every imaginable color and...

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“Dream of me” by Elia Kruger

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I. Awake Do you know how to lucid dream? It's a skill, not a talent. The difference being, it's something you work on, not something you're born with. There are concrete actions you can take to practice, to train your brain and your subconscious into recognizing a dream state, and then take control. In a dream state, your brain seems to expand, to be limitless and all-powerful. There are certain, seemingly simple things that your brain does in a waking s...

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“You were never the murderer” by Charlene 🧙‍♀️✨ Boyce

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CW substance useI feel so much love for this man. He is trying to kill us. We are a group of about eight, scattered, running up this residential block in the half light before dawn. We dodge around Chevrolet Cavaliers and Ford Escorts parked on the curb. We know he is behind us. If I could just reach him, explain to them, this would be over. A crash of pots starts me awake and I lie, heart racing, listening to rain out the window and breakfast prep in the kitchen.I close my eyes, trying to hold onto the dream images. If I...

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“The Oneiroi: Darkness and Fear” by Elizabeth Fenley

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"The Oneiroi: Darkness and Fear" by Elizabeth FenleyTheaI wake up every morning with a new word written on my right forearm in thick black Sharpie, so fresh that I can smell it. But it’s not my handwriting. Plus I’m right-handed, and there are no markers in the house—I have to scramble to find a pen to write down confirmation numbers.Someone is writing on my arm while I sleep.Pretty sure that would freak anyone out. I am out-of-my-mind freaked out.LarinnaI wake up every morning with a marker in my hand. But nothing in my house is written on,...

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“Souls, Spirits, Whatever You Call It” by Freya Matheson

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The first time I saw her I was freshly 16; my birthday is in September, so it was the first week of school and I was completely drained. I was having some banal dream about being a volunteer at a shelter, but the shelter was full of unicorns or whatever. I don’t remember what task I was doing in this random fantasy, but I remember I saw her on the other side of the yard. She was wearing a blue shirt and her hair was in a ponytail. She looked distressed and out of place. And she was in color. It’s hard to verbalize, but I almost always dr...

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“In inferno, nulla est redemptio” by Danny G

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Finally home from his sixth straight 12-hour shift and Mitch was ready for bed. No partying. No going out. Not tonight.“Twenty-six and in bed by eight,” he muttered, buttoning up his pyjama top. “What a party animal.”He shuffled down the hall of his apartment with his phone in hand, browsing social media and heading for his bedroom, when there was a knock at the door.Mitch paused. Who could that be?Another knock, followed by a commanding voice, “Police. Is anyone home?”He felt his heart skip a beat and he almost dropped his phone. The police...

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“I Saw You in a Dream” by L.J Sunwing

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I felt a momentary haze, a crowd of people surrounded me, and myself amongst them. I never liked places like these. The confusion and exhaustion it elicited leave me feeling thousands of miles away from people who are physically next to me. For myself, there is a perpetual feeling of loneliness in large crowds. I’ve never cared for people, not in large crowds at least. I preferred the company of others as we sit across from each other in a quiet restaurant. In a Christian sense, my love for others was present, no matter how begrudging that...

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“The Woman of My Dreams” by Tim Butler

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Tony married Angela right after the two of them had graduated from college together. They had been dating since freshman year of high school. Tony considered Angela to be the woman of his dreams. Together they raised two beautiful children, Ryan and Katie, both now in their twenties. Two weeks before her 49th birthday, Angela was told by her doctor that she had stage four breast cancer. It was too far progressed, and unfortunately there was nothing that could be done for her. She was terminal. She passed away in the Fall of that year. Ryan ...

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“Dream Connection ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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Her name was Dawn and we were connected for a time, but some connections are not meant to last. My name is Jerrod Yost and believe it or not, I never met Dawn, but I know more about her than any other living human being. This is not a love story either as I throw my suitcase on the bed at the Quality Inn in Peoria, IL. I am on the run, so you can't tell anyone where I am. Promise me. My connection with Dawn Hannihan started with a dream, an innocent dream that seemed very promising. I was sixteen when it started and I wa...

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“New Growth” by J. Wilson Davis

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Hobbling hobbit. The words loop through my brain as I drag my sorry self along the worn path through spruce woods on this fresh spring day. Right foot forward a few inches—I think hobbling. Left foot drags to meet it—hobbit. Roots that frost heaved over the winter might as well be mountains. One step at a time. Hobbling...hobbit. Hobbling...hobbit. That’s what I now am. Bent, doughy and caped in a wool blanket because I am always freezing. And toxic. The wool hat that Lonnie knitted for me fo...

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“Linked” by J.M. King

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She missed his warmth. Her days consisted of cold floors, cleaning and dancing around the masters’ feet. The saving grace was that she at least had the illustrious view of his posing figure, standing tall, in the center of all things, offering fresh cooked meals to the masters and their guests. It filled her with comfort, seeing him there, but it was not the same thermal river that swam through her as when they were alone, together. When things became quiet, when the time for sleep finally came, she would be rejoined with him. Tho...

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“Vanishing Point” by Todd Crickmer

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Vanishing Point By Todd Crickmer The century-old boards creaked and groaned under the weight of Zeke’s boots. The sun bore down on the weathered brim of his cowboy hat as he brought his hand to his face to shield it from the noonday sun. Peering through the grime-incrusted station windows, he could hear the old railroad station clock ticking, but even straining, he still couldn’t see it. Stepping back from the window, he wondered why the haunting sound was even audible, as the old station had probably been abandoned more than ...

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“A Dream of Returning Home” by Peter Saydollar

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1 The thing that most surprised him was the lack of silence. Having grown accustomed to the constant hum of the city, this was different. The city was loud, of course, but this was a different kind of loud. There were plenty of noises. There were chirps. And there were twitters. The winds through the trees rustled leaves and bent them slightly, to where he could almost hear the creaking of the wood flexing as they swayed. Such an odd thing, that something so ephemeral could move a tree that he could sc...

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“CONNECTED” by Janis Van Meter

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CONNECTEDBy: Janis Van Meter Restless and Weary Feeling hazy and a bit foggy, I sat up from a restless nights sleep feeling more tired and less energy than I had before I went to bed last night. My hair and pajamas were damp with sweat that the strange dream had caused. It was so real. I could see people around me so vividly. I felt I could reach out and touch them. The colors of their clothes and their interactions were so very distinct in my memory. I had dreams similar to this one when...

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“Our First Embrace” by Lucy Barnes

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I don’t recognize this place. It’s a park, I can tell that. I see swings gently blowing in the wind and a tall metal slide. But no children. Directly in front of me lies a bench. A woman with short blonde hair sits on the bench. I can’t see her face. I slowly walk towards her and place my hand on her shoulder. She turns her head, and I can almost see her face. I wake with a start. What a strange dream. I feel as if I’ve been to that place before. And the woman… the woman felt curiously familiar to me. I get out of bed and shake off those...

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Write about two people whose dreams are somehow connected.

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✍️ 43 stories

“Dream Weaver” by Megan Lange

“Dream of me” by Elia Kruger

“You were never the murderer” by Charlene 🧙‍♀️✨ Boyce

“The Oneiroi: Darkness and Fear” by Elizabeth Fenley

“Souls, Spirits, Whatever You Call It” by Freya Matheson

“In inferno, nulla est redemptio” by Danny G

“I Saw You in a Dream” by L.J Sunwing

“The Woman of My Dreams” by Tim Butler

“Dream Connection ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

“New Growth” by J. Wilson Davis

“Linked” by J.M. King

“Vanishing Point” by Todd Crickmer

“A Dream of Returning Home” by Peter Saydollar

“CONNECTED” by Janis Van Meter

“Our First Embrace” by Lucy Barnes

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Write a story about a character who believes their dreams predict the future.

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Write about a character whose dreams are portals to other worlds.

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