Dreams are Nightmares.

Dreams are Nightmares.

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and Nightmares are Dreams. Note: since i'm bad at making up names, i used my own name along with other names from Friends. the Kriss here isn't me imagining myself with overpowered abilities. and i might use the same names in other works i make. nothing much to see, just something for me to write down when i'm bored a 'story' of four siblings caring for each other after their mother had passed. their father.. ***'* *** ** ****'* ******* ********. the eldest of the four does his best to make sure they all live a happy and healthy life through this 'story'. so far, it is all going well. but something, just doesn't feel right. and something, just might change their whole lives. Note: this is written out of boredom, don't expect it to be good. if you dislike it or hate it, don't waste your time on commenting hateful things.
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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