Propheticdreams Stories

If you knew your destiny, would you try to change it? Or would you just accept it?

"You're lying to me" Sol said. His tall frame leaned over me, his jaw sporadically clenching and unclenching. His eyes searched mine for answers. "I'm not" I shrunk away from him, and into the wall behind me. I looked down, not able to say what wasn't the truth to his face. "YOU ARE!" He slammed his fist into the wall behind me, I flinched and shut my eyes, as if he had hit me. His silver irises flashed with anger. Sol's free hand grasped my jaw and forced me to look up at his normally happy, smiling face now twisted into a snarl. "What did you do?" his fingers pressed into my skin harder. I whimpered, and he let go. "Sorry.." he mumbled gruffly and hid his hands in his pockets again. I rubbed the underside of my jaw before answering. "I-I killed Peter, and then I heard her voice again, and she told me to go back... Then I woke up and I did it again, the whole day, but this time I d-didn't kill him. I'm s-so sorry." Sol's face blanched, his eyes wide. He took a step back from me, "She's in your head?" I nodded, looking down again. Sol took another step back, "So that was you that I felt yesterday..." His eyes clouded over, he looked down. "But I didn't know you killed..." he looked back up at me, "I have to go," then his face stretched into a pained, fake grin "See ya later kid". After he turned the corner, I sunk to the floor, holding my head in my hands. Did I just loose my one true friend? "What have I done?" I felt tears running down my cheeks. I reached up to wipe them away and brought my hand in front of my face. My fingers were stained black. An echoing giggle filled my skull. She was back.

Beneath the surface of a top London university, an ancient society known as The Seechers, operate. They protect the world's biggest secret. A hidden gateway to the subconscious world. New philosophy student, Aris Fletcher, stumbles into the unimaginable world of The Seechers; as his bizarre dreams, present disturbing glimpses into the future.

Every night, Piper dreams of another adventure in Au version of her multiverse By day, she's just an ordinary girl helping the Sharp tank But when her dreams begin to give her power from the main characters of her dreams Piper must unravel the mystery of who she truly is so that she can use her power to help the Sharp tank save the multiverse

From the moment I was born, fear and trauma followed me like shadows. My father's fists were thunder, his guns were weapons of constant threat, and my mother's fear became my first language. Sent away to Boston at five, I watched my grandfather fade under bone marrow cancer while my body trembled from anxiety - tremors no one understood. My grandmother turned homes into prisons, forcing us to scrub floors on our knees, write the Bible from front to back, and endure punishments for mistakes our trembling bodies made. I was hit, split open by a mop, threatened with guns, and shamed for prophetic dreams. Even in dreams, my grandfather returned to guide me, only to be met with anger from those around me. This story is raw. It is unflinching. It is my blood, my tears, my memory. It is the beginning of a life lived through bruises, threats, fear, and the tremors of a child learning to survive.

What if Princess Viserra Targaryen made it back to the Red Keep unharmed after her one last night of laughter? Saera's disgrace and Baelon's rejection sealed Viserra's fate and her marriage to Lord Theomore Manderly went forward during the tenth moon of 87AC. 3 years later the decrepit lord is dead, Viserra finally comes home and she doesn't intend to be sold off again. Upon her return to King's Landing, she makes overtures to her siblings, nephews and nieces - the future of House Targaryen. She was meant for her mother's crown and she will see it upon her head - one way or another. Oh, what a raging fire one ambitious princess can make.

Watch therefore, for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh. Matthew 25:13 Hello my friends, I decided to come here and tell you six dreams that I had between the end of 2021 and the middle of 2022, these dreams at least for me, I feel it inside me every day, and today I wanted to share with you these dreams, for me to be able to tell here, I won't display anyone's name, you can send me your reports. Versões em português e espanhol disponíveis Versiones en portugues y español disponibles.

My story is a scientific investigation where I, through my personal real-life experience, reveal how it is feasible to watch movies while dreaming. The story explores what scientific hypotheses could make watching a movie while sleeping possible and explains the principle of how the mind chooses a film for dreaming. It offers insights into the mysterious workings of the sleeping brain and delves into the deep connection between dreams and movies, examining the influence of films on our sleeping experiences. This story provides a new perspective on the intersection of neuroscience and cinema. It is perfect for readers curious about the science of dreams and the mysteries of the human mind. Discover the secrets behind your dreams and unlock the potential of your sleeping subconscious with this intriguing and mind-opening read.

Emma, a quiet, studious girl, has always lived her life in the background-until the day her dreams start coming true. When Edward, a mysterious new student, enters her life, Emma's dreams take on an eerie reality. As their paths intertwine, Emma begins to suspect that her visions are more than just coincidence. Something deeper, something unexplainable is at play. But will she be able to unlock the secrets of her dreams before it's too late?

In this story, everyone pays for their luck. The richer the person - the more good luck he has, but maybe someone wants to break this contract with the devil himself?

Someone knows about the Changelings and their secrets, and will do anything to keep them that way. Struggling with feelings he doesn't want to feel, depression and coming to terms with what he's becoming, Schneider contemplates doing something he doesn't want to----running away.

Name: Vespera Nocturna Black Age: 11 (First Year, Hogwarts - 1975-76) House: Gryffindor Blood Status: Pure-blood Wand: Ebony wood, unicorn hair core, 11 ¾ inches -Quietly powerful Family Ties: Youngest child of Walburga and Orion Black Nicknames: Ves (by Sirius), Vesper (by Regulus) Vespera Nocturna Black is the kind of child the Noble House of Black pretends never existed. Born beneath the shadow of the Winter Solstice, she was raised on silence, scripture, and the sharp sting of expectation. Vespera was always the quiet one - observant, bookish, clever in ways her family didn't value. She was meant to be obedient. Pure. Proud. A perfect Black. But then came the sorting. When the hat called out Gryffindor, it was as if the walls of Grimmauld Place cracked around her. First came the cold fury of her mother. Then, worse - the punishment from her father, Orion Black, a man who rarely raised his voice but made silence a weapon sharper than any curse. From that day on, he never looked at her again. No words. No nods. Just air where a father used to stand. To the world, Vespera became the second disgrace - following Sirius down a path of betrayal. But unlike her brother, she didn't run. She stayed. She watched. She learned. And beneath her silence, something ancient stirred: dreams that feel like warnings, visions no one else sees. She is not her family's pride. She is their prophecy. And the next war is coming - whether they believe her or not.

Harmony Bay Anderson leads a horrible life with her sweet mother who turned evil for ten years, until she leaves the house after a fight with her mother. Later on in the story she suffers from prophetic dreams, which are worse than nightmares, which came true on the next day. The curious Harmony wants to know about what was going on and discovers something crazy about her family and her ancestors.

Nagatoro got into difficult situation in her relation ships with her "Senpai" and decide to move on leaving something that belongs to past, should be in past. At the same time as Naoto Hachioji tries to capture it in his paintings. From Haters to Lovers or story has been changed?

Two best friends decided to summon the spirit of the Queen of Spades, and since nothing happened, they decided not to drive away the spirit. But only after some time, strange things began to happen, and it was too late to drive away the spirit. What will happen now?... ❗Disclaimer: All characters are completely fictional and any coincidences may be accidental! The spirit itself may not resemble itself in abilities or character! ❗Please don't write about advertising! I don't need anyone's help!

My phrophetic dreams and what the mean to me given to me by the universe and what you can take from them hopefully them same as me that you will learn to except eachother as is and try not harm eachother. This has been endowed to me from my birth mom and her family the Mustafa or the chose in ones in Arabic. I become pprophetic at age 30. If you are judge mental or deeply religious Then I suggest you find another book. If your white supremist then you can damn well read this.

A child will come with power untold To rescue a friend from a prison of gold Yet lose to the god who does not tire And burn it all in unreal fire One to die in a room without walls The last to stand against it all --------- -:x:- --------- Have you ever wondered what would happen if a demigod fell in love with an Olympian god and they had a child? A child that is 25% human and 75% god? Well, if you have, this answers your question. This is my story. The story of Ophelia Anne Coulmay, daughter of Athena and a Demigod of Hecate.

When a cryptic reoccurring dream from Aeryn's past returns, she is faced with a choice that could determine not only her future, but the futures of three other people. "Aeryn found herself floating in a cement tunnel with a bright white light at each end, unable to control the direction she was floating in, but able to move her limbs freely. The blonde blinked a few times, before another figure came into view, floating towards her. It was fuzzy at first, but gradually grew clearer. As she blinked again, trying to get a good look at him, she felt herself slamming to the ground. When she looked down, expecting the floor of the tunnel, she instead saw the dim essence of rainbow colors in a puddle of black sludge. She couldn't see her reflection in it, no matter how hard she squinted-but she did, however, see someone else's. He had dark skin and brightly colored eyes, but the exact shade was indiscernible through the slimy oil. She could just barely make out a light mark on the bridge of his nose. It looked like a small white claw scratch. She got closer to the oil as small lighter freckles caught her eye, but before she could get a good view of them, she felt herself sinking down." **I do not own any of the photography in this, except for: The chapter two image.

"Some truths wait in silence. Others awaken when you're finally ready to see." Satori's never asked to stand out just to be seen. But years of moving, missing pieces, and quiet disappointment have taught her to keep her head down and her heart gaurded. When she steps into a new school, she expects more of the same. What she finds instead is a place that feels.....off. Whispers she can't quite explain. Glances that linger too long. And a feeling deep inside her bones that something is waking up inside her; something she was never meant to forget.