Propheticdreams Stories

Travis and Sal slowly get to know each other. The five begin to realize something is connected with them. or The group has psychic abilities.

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.

stuff I learned and is learning about dreaming dreaming is Brilliant insight to unconscious mind it would be good if you are aware about it

After thousands of years of trying to stop the cubes, Nyx has had no success. However, when they are met in a dream with an prophecy, everything just might change.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Aquarius Adama doesn't speak unless spoken to. A quiet, soft-spoken librarian in Memphis, she lives surrounded by silence, shadows, and her mother's ghost-gone five years to the day. But something is shifting in Memphis. Billionaires are circling. The sky is drawing symbols no one can explain. And the ground beneath her feet hums with something ancient-something buried. Then come the dreams. Voices in a language she shouldn't know. A woman in gold, whispering her name. When a mysterious envelope leads her to a land deed tied to the Memphis Massacre, Aquarius discovers she's part of a legacy older than the country itself. One hidden in plain sight. Because Memphis, Tennessee, isn't named after Egypt. It is Egypt. And the land is remembering.

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.

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?

Firestar has just appointed Brambleclaw as deputy of ThunderClan, but Leafpool has her suspicions. Can she trust him? Cover by Mistycreek

This story follows a regular boy, Noah. He starts to see dreams that eventually comes up being true. It makes him super-confused. Eventually, he saw a dream which was different from the rest. In the real life, he faces some problems. In the dreams, he also sees a girl. He can neither remember nor forget that girl. That girl eventually shows up, but not for long.

Two boys against the world. Or maybe... the world is against them. It's the last year of high school, and neither Ethan nor Julian expected it to be any different-until their paths crossed. One hides behind responsibilities he never asked for. The other behind silence and scars he can't explain. Thrown together by chance-and something more-they begin to face the storms of family, identity, and growing pains. One of them is a guardian. But he doesn't know... even a guardian needs someone to guard him. How will the story of these two boys unfold? A boy love, slice-of-life story about healing, heartbreak, and unexpected connection.

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.

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?

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.