"Love is the absence of suffering."

Miyaguchi Yuu, an empathetic and hopeless man, starts having dreams where his mere touch can alter reality. Things become complicated however, when his dreams end up changing his crush’s memories, and a murderous stalker starts mailing him bloodied letters.
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Story contains descriptions of various types of twisted 'love' and gore. You have been warned.

Tsuki was always interested in anime since he was a child, he was especially interested in the isaki type of anime since he had always had a tuff time in his life and always wondered what type of things he would do if he was able to be reincarnated.

Little did Tsuki know that his dreams might just come true but not at the time he would expect it to.

This will my collections of funny recounts of my lucid dream journey. Most of my dreams are full of zombies, blood, and mystic powers.

Please please please please don't attempt any of this stuff I mean it's lucid dreaming unless you do it in real life without harming anybody at all go ahead I mean, what am I to stop you but still just another warning it's a dream. It's to be funny and make your day happier. 

I mean the most of the things I do are probably without reason and because it's a dream I lose control and I lack conscience I just do whatever I can in the the flow and my mindset is to get out or to live

How about experiencing my dreams?

"Yes, im talking about you.

I will take you on an interesting rode...

A month passed over and it didn't even seem so. We even exchanged our numbers and now would talk for hours on call. Everything that we went through the day was shared and we even made plans to catch up someday, but none of them succeeded. And then on one random night , I experienced a weird yet blissful thing; I saw her in one of my dream. I thought it to be just a mere REM hallucination of my mind. Few nights later I saw her again in my dream, but this time the feelings and emotions attached in this dreams felt very different than the common ones. It all felt very real, it was unfathomable to make out what I was feeling in that dream. the surrounding was hazy and fogyish, I somehow went near her nervously and waved a hello gesture. She just glared at me for a while, which grew me even more concerned about what I was into. 

"So, we finally met." she said looking right into my eyes. 

What in the world was happening. Dreams never seemed so real to me. I could not even think of what I should be saying, was she really here in my dream and she was aware too that we were in a dream. My mind felt being in a grinder where my every assumption were grinded trying to figure out the what was going on. 

She kept staring at me waiting for my response. It was a dream, and more to this...it was my dream. I regained a bit of my consciousness and replied, "Yeah, we did. But dreams aren't real, What about meeting in the real world ?". 

"Its still time for us to meet, first just live this reveries, for this is more magical than reality." She chuckled looking away from me. 

She already had my heart and now she stole my soul. My mind thought of this dream like a supernatural power of mine or either hers. Amazed by this dream, and rather than replying anything I just gave a smile surrendering myself to that dream further. We walked across nothing but fog around us carrying the conversation just like we did normally on calls. As we rambled, the fog suddenly started to get dense and soon it was hard for me to even see her; her voice faded into darkness, and I woke up. An idiotic smile laid over my face, blushing like a fool as if my dream was on repeat mode in my head. But my thoughts drifted on another big thing to be thought about: what if she saw was really in my dream ? What if it was her mystic secret to communicate with anyone through dreams ?  It seemed totally foolish and it really was after all, but my heart was leaning on that dream like a piece of cake. However I settled down my feelings. It was just a dream I said to myself, even if my heart wished for more. 

Like normal human being I locked this dream in my heart, to cherish those moments till infinity. Desires raised even more by passing days, eagerness was raging to know if she knew anything about the dream I saw her. But it got more complicated than it was. I saw her again in my dream, but this time it felt more casual. As if it was normal to see each and talk with each other in dreams, though I never discussed about it to her, nor she did if she too was aware about it. 

It was so much more for me to digest my thoughts, being with her in dreams was now about almost every night. I could not figure out how or why I was seeing her in my dreams, but at the same time I felt like God himself blessed me to be with her, through dreams. This dreamy reality was now a part of me. To make this mere reveries immortal, I started to write down all of those dreams in a dream journal and would always keep it to myself so that no one else would ever know about it; stating it just nonsense and hallucinations, or would just simply make fun of me. Every dream shared with her was setting us closer and closer, though I never tried to confront or say anything about those dreams; nor she ever mentioned any thing specific related to dreams. I was quite sure that it was only me who was aware of this fact, and maybe those were just caused by my cravings for her love. 

A week later, after a few more dreams with her, what hit me was even more weirder than my dreams. We were chatting on WhatsApp , about different conspiracy theories, space-time, life and death including our deepest secrets and fantasies. It felt as if I knew where she was leading the conversation, until in the next moment she mentioned something as if she just read my mind. 

"Dreams..."

To be continued...😇

start 2:18am - hitsugi 

today I want to talk about dreams. 

like does everyone have different dreams or do people also have the exact same dreams, and I mean to the moment they start to the moment they wake up; like a story that has all parts are they same for some people? I've been thinking about this for a while but how effective can you make it for yourself to dream as well. like can deprive yourself from sleep and then forcefully make yourself sleep and have a dream or is it random? I'm currently testing the theory of not sleeping passively because I dont sleep much in general, proof of that is the time I usually start writing these.

although I say I am testing this theory I technically already did that in middle school, let me explain... in middle school my average sleepytime was about ~5-30 minutes. school would start at 7:30am but our mother would wake us up 1 hour early to get ready for school, so 6:30am. I would maybe sleep at 6am or I would think, "at least a little bit of sleep." and would sleep like 5 minutes. in doing so it would seem that dreams dont come out if you force them. 

another theory I have is that is your mood affects the effectivenes of having dreams. for example if your in a good mood maybe you will have a good dream, or bad mood will affect a good dream and turn bad or it will be a bad dream from the start.

I started suspecting this theory because I once had a good night by gazing at the moon, it got me in a good mood because the moon was beautiful. that night I had a good dream of me just laying in my bed hearing some soft and chill music, naturally it o ly lasted a few seconds in my mind but actually lasted a few hours in reality. then after thinking about that dream I suddenly got the idea that maybe feeling influence how you sleep and maybe you dream... all a theory though.

now I talk about my most recent dream, it wasnt pleasant. recently most of my dreams have one thing in common: death. in most of my dreams that I have been having I have been influenced by the thought of death. although my most recent was more tame compared to the others. my most recent dream was of me in a state of sleep deprivation, my whole body paralyzed, unable to move while still conscious. funny thing is this is a reoccurring dream, I dreamt about myself having sleep paralysis while I was having sleep paralysis in reality. i realize the reason i get sleep paralysis is because of my lack of sleep... but my body just doesn't know when to give up being awake.

alright now we speed run my other dreams. starting with the reoccurring dream is sleep paralysis, we already went over that. the next one I have is a bit weird, it's a dream of me killing my parents, dark dream I know. I dont influence my dreams because none of these dreams are lucid (I'll talk about lucid dreaming after). alright onto the next one, being impaled by wooden spears into my stomach are while I am laughing maniacally. honestly that one was pretty fun in my dream because in my dream the people impaling the wooden spears into me were muttering the words, "why won't he die." over and over again, although most of these dreams do not last long they still are long lasting you know what I mean? alright onto the best one, a bit weird, I was dreaming I was in a labyrinth running from people like chuckie, slenderman, etc. just a bunch of people from like storys involving like people dying and stuff. once caught by them you will be mercilessly killed without fail each time, this dream lasted longer. alright onto the next one, isolation. let me explain sitting in a corner of the room no lights pitch black you cant see anything, your grabbing your head forcefully, pulling at your face causing bruises. screaming as loud as you can for no one to hear, the pinnacle of insanity. murmering to yourself your own faults and wrongdoings only for a door to open in front of you, "light." you walk in the door behind you closes, a new form of isolation where you can see yourself. mirrors on all sides insanity to its fullest. you bang your head against the mirror for it not break and only end up injuring yourself in the process. another door opens leading into a normal room. furnished floor a ceiling with a rope hanging, a noose. your given a choice, take the rope and hang yourself and end the madness, oh the joy it will all end... or wait for the next door to open if their is any 'next door.' and that ends my dreams, last one has the most detail because it was a pretty big dream for me, most of my dreams dont even last that long. also if that dream is put into practice in the real world do you think people will choose the noose? although time and food was not specified I speculate at least ~1-3 weeks without food and sunlight can easily change the way a person thinks, also I think in the white room is about maybe ~3 days to ~1-2 weeks, I'm not sure. then you can give them 1 week on the noose, or however long. however thinking about it logically I dont think that's enough time to make someone insane so I'm thinking maybe at least the full thing should take place in about 6 months time, about half a year. mostly because people dont go insane so easily, it takes time and patience to do something like that, almost like brainwashing, you have to influence the way they think and feel towards certain things to get the best result.

alright now that that is over i also thought about lucid dreams, if this was true then cant this really help do certain things like for example people say that in lucid dreams as long as you think hard enough you can do certain things, right? so then cant they try to imagine a world where everything goes well or a future where everything is bad. but this is not going to work because of the person's view on what is considered good or bad, let's say subject 1 thinks a world without illness is good, now let's say subject 2 thinks a world without rules and laws is good; which one I'd good? these types of things aren't easy to do with lucid dreams so I thought of something else recently, what about changing the world in your lucid dream so that it's never ending, if possible. although I dont know how this will be possible, because on some places I read one would wake up from their dream after taking injury. so a world without injury, but that doesn't save you from the outside world trying to force you to wake so this won't really be effective. then I also started reading isekai type manga cause I got bored and thought, if you can do this in a lucid dream cant you also try to find out how it's possible and try to use in the real world. but that would also prove to be useless because of how different a lot of isekai type manga are, some of them get their power by simply invoking words. others have the power granted to them without trying. others work towards that magic but it's never understood the true basics of magic because people who make isekai manga also dont know the basics of such things. so trying to find out the foundation of something like magic is hard, sure they say feel the warmth and the outside... you do that wveryday with body heat and getting colds, having sore throught, fevers, etc. pretty much what I'm trying to say lucid dreams are pretty useless, the only use they have is to realise a dream that you really want; to be rich, to be famous, etc. although most dreams will be subjective to the person dreaming because you will want fame a certain way you 'desire.' if you do realize the dream into reality it will probably most likely be completely different to how you dreamed it.

in other words dreams are pretty interesting. although not common once you start to grow older they are nonetheless, interesting things that occur naturally.

I'm no philosopher but god damn I went in, did not expect this.

Also I have a question, do you want me to do more formal writing so it's easier to read or nah? I dont mind either because I do this for fun. I got bored and decided to start doing this so ye.

finish 3:06am - hitsugi

"If you weren't a druid I'd hesitate in telling you this, but since you are it's possible you may be exactly what Comillas needs." Mateo told me, his eyes gleaming as he began to walk over to a table within his living room. 

Mateo, Isadora, and I stood in the man's living room. Near us was a single couch, in front of which was a small table. Mateo placed the paper, the quest-request form, on that table and he reached his hand into the paper so that he could begin to pull out the protus plants contained within. 

"Over the course of the last few years, farmers in Comillas have begun to suffer from worse and worse harvests. It was a slow decline, and we noticed it quick enough that we could begin to prepare, but if this pattern continues unabated then within... a decade, we might be forced to leave this place. All of us." The man told me, an edge of fear audible in his voice. There was a request hidden in his voice, which was surprisingly forward given that we had just met. 

I studied his face for a second. He was a handsome man, with a smooth face tanned by years of hard, physical work. He had dark, green eyes and was looking at me as openly as I was looking at him. I allowed a few moments to pass before addressing the unspoken question. 

"Oh really? I'll definitely check that out for you all." I said, smiling at both of the humans. They both smiled back at me and exhaled a breath they likely hadn't known they were holding. Isadora looked at me and began to speak. 

"If you find anything it'll definitely merit a reward of some sort, especially since we're still early and this isn't life-threatening. Yet. There's still plenty of time for us to either find a solution or to make preparations to leave. We figured you might have been interested in this little situation of ours." Isadora told me, a smile still etched on her face. 

I nodded at her understandingly, while Mateo pulled some money out of his pocket. The sound of the money smacking the table filled the room we found ourselves in, and Mateo began to laugh. 

"Oh man, this is excellent!" He declared, enthusiastic about the sort of food he'd be cooking up for himself soon. 

"Hey Althos, do you know how to cook?" He asked me. I turned to face him, or rather to give him my full and undivided attention. The word "cook" made sense to me, but I didn't know how to do it. I shook my head at him, and he began to laugh when he realized that I was saying that cooking was not a skill of mine. 

"In my defense, I've mostly eaten fruits and vegetables. You don't exactly need to cook a carrot." I told the cousins. They both smiled sympathetically at my remark. Mateo chuckled at that, and nodded in understanding. 

"That's fair enough I suppose. Isadora told me that you were a druid... I don't know much about them." Mateo confessed, readily admitting to his own ignorance. I smiled at him, approving of his honesty and internally remarking that I too didn't know much about druids. Fortunately, the system itself stepped in to add some a bit to my understanding of druids. 

[Humans who aren't druids tend not to know much about them. Though many druids are loners, some form organizations called "circles". Members of "circles" tend to go about trying to fulfill similar or interconnected objectives. Non-druids who know about druids know more about druidic "circles" than they do individual druids. If you're gonna lie to these people that might be the route to take.] 

The system sounded rather judgemental at that moment, which made me chuckle. I mentally transmitted a message of appreciation to my constant companion.

"Druids aren't known for our socialness so it makes a certain amount of sense that you don't know much about us." I said to the muscular man. He nodded at me, likely appreciative that I wasn't hurt by his proclamation of ignorance. 

"Heck even I don't know all that much about us. All of my abilities, personally, are related to animals and plants but I'm level 1." I told the pair, hiding my elemental powers for now. Telling them that I possessed animal and plant powers made sense to me, and I truthfully admitted my own relative ignorance about my own abilities. 

They looked at me, surprisingly rather relieved to hear that. Isadora spoke up this time. 

"Oh well that's nothing to be ashamed of! You went into the forest, retrieved the items we asked you to retrieve and came back safely. You helped people. You have time to learn about your powers. And a safe place to do so." She told me, speaking reassuringly. I nodded at her, myself appreciative of the words of kindness she had just spoken. 

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I left Mateo's house half an hour later with twenty more silver escudos in my inventory. I imagined I could hear the coins, even though I couldn't since they were safely and magically tucked away. 

Night had fallen over Comillas and I was armed with more knowledge than I had possessed an hour ago. All around me stood tiny houses, some dimly lit from within, filled with wonderful parents regaling children with bedtime stories while others had inquisitive sorts who were seated outside of their homes, watching passersby like myself. 

As I wandered back to the Silver Xana I mentally recounted all of the exciting events of the day. It was a surprisingly long list, and I wondered if tonight would be as remarkable. I doubted it, but when I told myself that in the safety of my mind I received a message from the system that revealed to me that I was wrong. 

[Althos when you get back to your room in the inn we'll fully unlock your first tier of influence over one of the domains all gods are born possessing an innate ability to influence: the domain of dreams.] The system whispered in my mind. 

Hearing that made me walk faster, and I had to resist the urge to break into a full run to get back home. I couldn't wait to be able to finally learn more about my true, divine abilities. 

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I quickly found myself back within the Silver Xana and within the room I woke up in. I had barely arrived when I began to receive a message from the system.
 
[Most types of humanoids, animals, and even some extraplanar beings have to sleep. Sleep is when their bodies and their brains enter into a mode of less activity than when they are awake and take time to recover from the stresses of the day, allowing them to regain energy.] The system told me, teaching me about the body and mind of living creatures bit by bit. 

[Humanoids and other types of beings experience things called 'dreams' while they are sleeping. Dreams are a series of thoughts, images, and sensations their minds show them while they are sleeping. Deities and other higher beings can either subtly influence these dreams or we can take them over altogether.] The voice in my mind revealed to me, causing my eyes to open wide in shock. 

[The first tier of active divine powers this domain grants are both related to sleep.] My eerie companion informed me. 

[Each tier of influence over a domain and subdomain grants you certain things. The main things of note that each tier of influence of each domain and subdomain grant you are active and passive divine powers. Active powers are powers that require you to activate them, and they tend to have a cooldown period which is a period of time after you use them in which you cannot use them.] The system told me, beginning an explanation of the mechanics of divine abilities. 

[Passive powers are ones that are always active. A passive power the first tier of influence over the domain of dreams grants each god is the ability to enter the dreams of humanoids.] The system revealed, and that was a revelation which brought a delighted smile to my face. 

[Dreams are something ancient gods were obsessed with. Ancient gods, back when there was more than one god, made rules and laws that dictated their behavior and many of those rules and laws were ones that strongly suggested that gods shouldn't directly interact with mortals. Deities entered dreams and interacted with mortals there] The voice in my head told me, which puzzled me. 

"But... why not? Don't gods get some of their strength from worshipers? Why would we do something that effectively hurt ourselves?" I asked, curious about this oddity and made doubly so when I recalled the system mentioning that gods wanted and that I myself should want worshipers. 

[When there were more than one god, gods had to find ways to coexist. They had to cooperate or at least tolerate each other. The rules were made more with this pragmatic understanding in mind than the thoughts of the importance of mortal worshipers in the context of deities building up strength.] My companion told me, giving me a curious sort of history lesson. 

At that moment the system's attempts to educate me were interrupted by an important message. An alert. One that brought a big smile to my face. 

[Alert: Goblins named Hagitha, Mawby, and Mianthus have uttered prayers to your persona, Cosecha. They have asked for bananas, oranges, and mangos respectively. Would you like to respond to their prayers affirmatively? If you do we can just cast the spell in your stead.] The alert asked, beeping into existence in my mind in a flash. 

I immediately informed the system to create the fruits that the goblins sought. Knowing that Troik had been successful in getting others to utter the prayer filled my heart with joy, and with pride and I wanted to reward him for his successful effort. 

[If you wish to reward your servant you can bless his dreams. Blessing them ensures he has an enjoyable dream, though the precise way in which he'd have an enjoyable dream depends on you and on him.] The system told me, resuming its speech once I had seen fit to reward my friend for his work. I went silent and waited for the system to continue telling me about blessings. 

[A way that a deity can influence the actions of mortals is for them to bless the mortal. When a deity blesses a mortal they temporarily grant them gifts related to a domain or subdomain of the god's choosing and the mortal is made aware of the fact that they've earned a deity's good graces. If you bless Troik's dreams then he'll wake up in a good mood because he had a night full of good dreams]

I listened to the system's explanation with interest. And at this point, I had a question. "Can I bless someone with regards to every domain and subdomain?" I asked, speaking aloud and also in my mind. 

[Yes you can. The exact effects are really... contextualized. If you gain influence over the subdomain of necromancy and undeath and you bless someone they won't be attacked by unintelligent undead. If you bless someone using the earth subdomain they'll be stronger so long as they are on earth of some sort.] The system revealed, mentioning necromancy which was something I unconsciously knew was a school of magic. 

[Inversely you can also curse someone. Cursing someone follows the same structure as blessing them, but leads to them being inconvenienced, at least until you gain more influence over whatever domain or subdomain you seek to curse them using.] The system said to me, warning me with its tone that this was a powerful ability. 

[The more influence you have over the domain the more dramatic the impact of your curse or blessing. Cursing someone doesn't require for you to identify yourself, and you can opt to use a false name or a title, which are things you don't have yet, when blessing someone.] The system announced. 

[Anyways, we know you want to see the powers you gain via the domain of dream's first and lowest tier of influence over them. Here you go.] The thing told me, wrapping up its explanation suddenly. 

[Alert: 

You have been awarded the powers and recognition that come with holding the first and lowest tier of influence over the domain of dreams. What follows is a list of the powers that come with that. 

Details about the domain of dreams:

The domain of dreams is a fascinating, central domain to gods and godliness. Godly powers over dreams are hugely influential and for eons, the dreams of mortals were where they communed most intensely and most regularly with the gods. 

Godly powers over dreams are utterly absolute. Gods can transform and modify dreams in a number of weird and awe-inspiring ways, though those powers aren't available to you just yet. You need more influence over the domain. 

In order to gain influence over the domain of dreams, you need to continue to use your powers over the domain and to gain worshipers who worship you as a god of dreams. 

Passive Powers:

He Sees You When You're Sleeping: This passive power affects your minimap and allows you to detect if a humanoid is sleeping. 

Dreamwalker: You gain the ability to enter the dreams of sleeping humanoids. In order to enter the dreams of other types of creatures, you need to gain higher tiers of influence over the domain of dreams.

Active Powers: 

Restless Or Restful Sleep: This power doesn't affect dreams, it affects sleep. By using it you can affect how restorative a mortal's sleep is. 

When you use it on a mortal you are given a choice. If you choose for your target to experience restless sleep then for the next twenty-four hours their sleep will not positively affect them no matter how much they sleep. On the other hand, restful sleep is twice as restorative as it would otherwise be for the next twenty-four hours. 

You can use this power on three creatures per day. If you decide to target the same creature two days in a row the second time you use the power on them it will cost you extra, causing you to only be able to affect one other person rather than the two you'd otherwise be able to target. 

As you gain more tiers of influence over the domain of dreams, or as you become a more generally powerful deity, you'll be able to target more creatures with it and customize how effective it is as well as how long it lasts. 

This power can be used to weigh down enemies or to uplift and refresh allies and worshipers. 

Dancing Dreams: This power is a vicious one. It can only be used on creatures who are already asleep but if used, and if not successfully resisted by its victims, it will cause them to be forced into a state of slumber for twenty-four hours. It can stack with "Restless or Restful Sleep" which can be an especially empowering or devastating combination if used cleverly. 

That said this power can only be used once a day as a deity who can only exert one tier of influence over the domain of dreams and who one is at the lowest rank of deific might. 

The domain of dreams covers dreams, unconsciousness, sleep, and nightmares. Many domains have subdomains associated with them, but this one doesn't.

Details about the domain of dreams blessings and curses:

If you bless someone with this domain you'll cause them to have peaceful dreams and go to sleep quite easily. On the other hand, if you curse them with it you'll cause them to endure nightmares and suffer from sleep that doesn't restore much of their energy at all, which will eventually affect other parts of their lives. 

That said this power can only be used once a day as a deity who can only exert one tier of influence over the domain of dreams and who one is at the lowest rank of deific might. 

The domain of dreams covers dreams, unconsciousness, sleep, and nightmares. Many domains have subdomains associated with them, but this one doesn't.

Acquiring tiers of influence over domains and subdomains is a two-part process. The first part of the process is behaving in ways that intrigue or entertain the domain or subdomain in question. 

As an example of this, your activities revolving around the creation of this false spirit 'Cosecha' has intrigued and entertained the domain of lies, the domain of creativity, and the domain of spirits. Once any of them have been sufficiently amused by your actions they will offer you a quest. This system will appear in your HUD, your Heads Up Display, what you sometimes call your 'mind's eye'.

Once you complete the quest you will gain the tier of influence you were offered.]

When I finished reading that lengthy message it vanished into nothingness. As it did I closed my eyes, and waited for the not-so-mini map to appear in the familiar darkness. 

[Hey Althos, whatcha doing?] The system asked me, rather carefreely. There was a jovial tone in its voice that informed me that it had a suspicion of what I was up too. I grinned and kept my eyes shut. The not-so-mini-map appeared and expanded in my mind's vision. 

"I'm going to go and test these new abilities out! After all my ancestors were apparently experienced... dreamwalkers?" I said, starting off confidently but ultimately finishing with less confidence in my voice. I wasn't sure if the name of the divine power I had acquired was a title my ancestors once possessed or just a descriptor of what they did.

"I want to walk in their footsteps and become familiar with what they were familiar with. I want to familiarize myself with dream-based powers and learn how my presence affects dreams." I told the system, articulating why I was scanning my mini-map to find out who was sleeping and thus who I could introduce myself too. 

[Oh boy... there are some rules you'll want to know about as you prepare yourself for your first venture into the land of dreams. It's gonna be a real trip.] The system told me, beginning to warn me about what my first venture into a dream would be like. I listened, curious and eager to learn more.

Eons ago a devastating and apocalyptic battle took place that rocked every dark and loathsome corner of the multiverse. In the aftermath of the battle, deities, demon-lords, old ones, arch-devils, angel kings, and archon queens, not to mention other cosmically powerful entities were totally obliterated. Despite this history-changing occurrence, life found a way, and life went on in a godless multiverse for an unimaginable length of time. And in time, even the mightiest and most popular gods were nearly forgotten.

But one day, in a universe unlike our own, and altogether fantastic and magical universe, a deity is born. A new deity. A deity of a nebulous morality. Join the aforementioned morally unbound deity as he embarks on a quest to gain power, worshippers, and glory. 

This story features a deity as its protagonist, but it's a deity who starts off alone in a dark and harsh multiverse. He needs worshippers to grow in power and has to earn his victories intelligently. He seeks to gain worshippers, discover the truth behind his genesis, and become the deity he is meant to be. He is a protagonist who will hurt others, and he's unafraid to kill and destroy what he can't control. This is his story. 

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Just as Jade's interest in the segment was waning, the host said something that renewed her attention. When Jade heard the female host mention that dreams about teeth were common, she suddenly shook as she remembered her dreams from the night before.
'That's weird. I just had a dream about that last night!' As she thought back on the dream, trying to remember the full series of events, the hosts continued their discussion.
On the TV, Desmond did not seem to believe Holly. "Teeth dreams are common? Personally, I don't remember my dreams, but teeth dreams seems a very niche category."
"No, you'd be surprised," Holly countered, "most people have had teeth dreams before. They're a part of the body that people are most self-conscious about. If you have an issue with skin, hair, or fat, it can repair itself naturally, but teeth are different; once you lose all your baby teeth, that's all you get."
"Hmm… I suppose so." Desmond seemed to have been slightly convinced by Holly. "My incredulity aside, what do teeth dreams mean?"
"Teeth dreams are one of the most direct ways for our subconscious to communicate with us. There aren't as many variations as with water or flying dreams, but I'll give you a few examples.
"If someone chips a tooth, they likely have repressed insecurities, or perhaps they feel stressed by something. Rotting teeth are similar to chipped teeth, but the emotions are much stronger, typically extreme anxiety or fear.
"A weird one that I'm fond of is someone pulling out your teeth. That's your subconscious trying to warn you that the person taking your tooth wants something precious to you…"
Jade thought back to the dream and remembered that Frank had yanked out her tooth. 'Ha! So, Frank wants something precious from me? I live in a rundown apartment building; the only thing of value I own, partly, is the cafe, and it's not like he can just walk away with that!'
Quickly dismissing the host's interpretation of her dream, Jade returned her attention to the TV, looking to see what other bizarre nonsense Holly would come out with.
On the breakfast show, Holly had finished talk about teeth dreams and was looking to Desmond. It seemed they had time for a little more, because Desmond said, "Holly, you mentioned flying dreams earlier. I'm sure I've probably dreamt about that before, so what are the meanings behind those?" 
"Well, Desmond, flying dreams are a lot of fun. For the most part, they mean good things: upcoming success, freedom, joy. However, they can also mean bad things. If you learn to fly in your dream, it means that you are ambitious. A successful takeoff means that your ambitions will come true, but if you struggle to take off, you will meet much adversity.
"Similarly, if you fly freely, it means that you will experience the freedom and joy that you've always desired. However, if an accident befalls you mid-flight, it means something will prevent that freedom or joy. You should be particularly cautious if it's a person who stops your flight…'
With a disinterested look on her face, Jade looked down at the crumbs on her plate and then back up at the TV. 'Mr Frisch is going to prevent my freedom and joy? Hehe… I'd like to see him try.'
With a sigh, Jade realized that she had been watching TV for almost twenty minutes. 'What a waste of time… There's no way I'd believe in a load of baloney like that.'

After struggling through her early years, lacking the support of her family and those she once called friends, Jade is finally back on her feet. Not just on her feet. She's a successful, young woman running her own business, a cute cafe just outside the central business district.
But despite handsome, successful businessmen running in and out of her store every day, she still hasn't found the right man.
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"Come with me. I'll buy you a house, and you'll never have to worry about money or work again."
"No, thank you, I enjoy my work."
"Come with me. I'll buy you an island. You'll have a Michelin star chef cook your every meal."
"No, thank you, my own cooking is sufficient."
"Humph! Seeing as you won't come with me, I'll just move in here."
"Eh? What?"
"I bought the land your cafe is built on. I think you'll find that you no longer have a say."
"…"
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Early morning.
Zhang Zian was woken up by his natural clock.
He yawned. He didn't sleep well the night before, not because of anything in particular, but because he had been dreaming. In his dream, he stood on the street, holding a piece of paper and pen in his hand, and stopped pedestrians walking by to ask them to sign his petition. For some reason, however, he could not say anything in his dream; the only thing he could do was say "ah" over and over again. He was very anxious in his heart, and in the end, he woke up.
Whatever one thought about during the day, they dreamt about at night. He knew why he had that dream. It was, of course, because of the proposal for protecting small animals. Over the last two days, his thoughts had been consumed by it. Even when he was sleeping he dreamed about it.
The temperature was getting warmer and warmer, and even the mornings were not cold. Zhang Zian stood up, wearing his pajamas, and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk.
The empty spaces in the proposal had been filled with names––even the back was totally filled with signatures. There were not only signatures from people he was acquainted with; there were actually more signatures from strangers. He had not tricked them into signing. If they wanted they could randomly call to check on the status of the proposal, they were more than welcome to.
When the next meeting of the Chinese Peoples' Political Consultative Conference was held, he intended to read the proposal in the meeting. He hoped to get the attention of the people there.
Anyway, he could only do so much. The rest was based on the people's decisions… But there was one thing he did not doubt: China would one day have a law for the protection of small animals. It was just a question of time.
When he put down the proposal and turned around, he found that Famous was already awake and in a daze. The light from the nightlight had been buried in the sunlight of the morning.
The other elfins also woke up one by one. Zhang Zian walked over to ask, "Famous, did you not sleep well?"
Famous shook its head and said in confusion, "I had a very strange dream."
"All dreams are very strange." Zhang Zian smiled and said, "I often have dreams about marrying a wife!"
"Ga ga! You already feel that it is strange to dream of marrying a wife? You should dream of marrying a husband! That would be more accurate!" When Richard heard their conversation, although it was lazing around on the bed, it jumped up like it had been injected with chicken blood. Its face was full of excitement.
Zhang Zian's facial expression did not change as he threatened it. "I love killing birds in my dreams. You better be careful."
"Ga ga! Are you sure you're not killing your own small bird?" Richard called out slyly.
"Meow, meow, meow! I can help you!" Snowy Lionet added, rolling over like a ball of fur.
"You live a comfortable life right now. Be careful, or I'll bring up the list to use against you in the future!" Zhang Zian stared at Richard. There was no point in arguing with Richard. It would often pull Zhang Zian down to its level, then use its rich experience to attack him. Only using a chicken feather duster could let him fully express his anger!
As for Snowy Lionet, it was better to just ignore it. He really could not stand it trying to sneak attack him at night.
"Ga ga! I'm so scared! I want to poop green pills now!"
Zhang Zian was speechless. He turned to Famous and asked, "What did you dream about?"
Famous said, "I don't know how to describe it… Dreams I've had in the past have been very lifelike, but I was always just a bystander. Whatever I did was destined to be unchangeable. The dream I just had was different… I forgot what happened, but the most important thing was that it was like a half-dream and half-awake event. I knew I was dreaming, and I felt as though I could control something, such as when to wake up. So I tried it, and I woke up."
Zhang Zian thought about it. "Hmm… I seem to have heard something about this before… Let me try to remember… Have you heard of 'Qingming dreams'?"
"Ga ga! Qingming dreams? There's rain at the Qingming Festival, and the Zhang family children want to break their backs. Ask where there are calcium tablets, and I point at America!" Richard came out of the bathroom with a stink and joked. "Speaking of that, when are we going to visit England? I want to buy you a Scottish skirt to wear… Scottish men are so happy that they can wear women's clothes!"
"I thought about that. Someone in one of my dreams said that China's greatest and longest art form is men crossdressing…" Famous recalled.
Zhang Zian said, "These words… There really was someone who said that before."
"Right. What is a Qingming dream?" Famous did not care who had such foresight and was instead concerned about its dream. It was the first time it had heard such a foreign phrase.
"Qingming dreams… They are metaphysical and controversial. People who believe in them are highly respected. People who don't believe in them sneer at them. There is hardly any intermediate transition zone."
Zhang Zian thought for a moment and began to talk about what he had heard. Many boys were interested in mysterious things when they were young. For example, he had a pile of UFO Exploration magazines left at home that were collecting dust somewhere. At that time, he was quite addicted to the magazine and spent his pocket money on them.
Qingming dreams, to put it simply, were when one was in an awake state while they were dreaming. They were also called lucid dreams.
For a normal dream, the person having the dream would not know that they were dreaming, even if the dream was very unbelievable. The person dreaming would keep moving on in the dream like a wooden puppet being controlled by strings, and would forget the dream entirely upon waking up.
There were different levels of Qingming dreams. They were generally more realistic. The dreamer could vaguely realize that he was dreaming, but the feeling of powerlessness still existed. It was just like watching a movie with a fixed plot. Even though they knew the movie was going to have a tragic ending, they were unable to do anything. The sober state was often fleeting and elusive.
At a higher level, the dreamer knew that he was dreaming. If it was a good dream or a wet dream, of course, he was willing for it to go on. But if it was a terrible nightmare, the dreamer would be anxious to wake up. Sometimes, when the dreamer was in a hurry, he could wake himself up and break away from the nightmare.
Most people had more or less experienced the above three dreams, but they may not have remembered them after waking up, which was not out of the ordinary. But the controversy of Qingming dreams was in that it could be further controlled by repeated practice, which could not only end nightmares in advance, but also prolong good dreams… and wet dreams. Even further, people could control their actions in their dreams, as well as change the direction of their dream. It was said to practice reality at the highest level, and even ignore the boundaries between dreams and reality to reach the metaphysical level.
"Ga ga! Qingming Dreams––the gospel of premature ejaculation, and the secret of women's climax!" Richard sneered at the slogan, imitating the small advertisement. "Only an idiot like you would believe in this!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

ACCORDING TO DANTE, my specific kind of freakishness had a name: idimmu. 
And that's what had landed me in my current disastrous state. Apparently, idimmu had unique gifts that the Collector wanted, that he could use, such as Dante's ability to locate other idimmu. That ability would certainly be valuable to an evil despot looking to build up his power and influence. And since they could be anywhere in this world, he needed a "finder" like Dante who had some kind of inner "idimmu GPS," because without that, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. 
Although Dante had been able see the true nature of a person, or their aura, he'd only been able to identify these hybrids when they used their abilities, because that's when their auras changed. 
I had saved any future victims by eliminating Dante. That was the good news. The bad news? The Collector was not going to be happy when Dante didn't return. In fact, he'd come looking for him. With that thought, my appetite deserting me again. I stuffed my carrots back into their bag.
Dante. I couldn't seem to stop dwelling on him. Zander said that although he had been an innocent child once, he'd become a predator. He had fooled us all. He'd created a fake identity to enroll in school and then wormed his way into Bobby's group at school. And then, he'd bided his time until I'd foolishly stepped into his car. He'd attacked both Bobby and me, zapping us with his other superpower, his soporific touch. The simple brush of his hand had shut out our lights, leaving us unconscious and completely defenseless.  
Zander was right that Dante had been dangerous, even evil. But I wasn't convinced his kind of evil deserved a death sentence. I'd always been taught that people could change, and I couldn't help but wonder if Dante had been redeemable.
My dreams the previous night had encouraged me believe that he could have changed. These dreams were another talent of mine, if that's what you'd call them. My jaw tightened. 
I was embracing a lot of new ideas, particularly regarding myself. I'd dreamed about actual events happening to real people, some that I'd never met before. It had been a peculiar kind of misery. But I didn't know how to control it. If I did, I'd turn it off, because I rarely dreamed a happy dream these days and I usually awoke exhausted and distressed. Most of the time the dreams were about people or events that had some kind of reference to my life. Sometimes not. I used to shrug them off as nightmares. Only recently had I begun to think that some of these dreams were real. 
With this new perspective, it was no surprise that I saw Dante in a different light. In my dreams, I'd seen him be threatened and manipulated. One could even argue that he'd been physically abused. He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector. 
It got more twisted. Dante had grown to love the Collector like a father. In my dreams, I'd heard the Collector berate him with cruel and belittling words. Then later he'd praise him and Dante would practically glow with gratitude and admiration. This struck me as bizarre until I thought about the way victims of Stockholm syndrome developed affection for their captors. They'd had a disturbing relationship for sure.  
His medical treatments turned out to be a temporary cure from insanity, which was something that afflicted all idimmu eventually. In last night's visions, I'd watched Dante's sanity slip away. And he'd been aware of it, too, truly fearing that dark path. He'd been willing to do anything for a treatment from the "fixer." Therapist seemed like a better term, but that's how Dante had referred to the woman who had repeatedly healed him from his schizophrenia.
Me? I would have called her Aunt Caroline.
Yes, it seemed that I was having all sorts of revelations now. Dante's fixer was actually my mom's long-lost, and supposedly, dead sister. Could it get any weirder?
During this morning's classes I'd been mulling over all of my dreams and matching them up to events and people in my life. One particular dream had been the catalyst that changed everything. While lying helpless in Dante's cellar, I'd fallen asleep and dreamed about Zander searching for me with such amazing clarity, I'd felt like I'd been there with him. At that moment, I hadn't had the time or energy to ponder the dream in detail, but I had since then, and the connections I'd made had changed everything. 
Last night I'd seen Zander searching for me all over school, even going to my house. That had really happened. I'd dreamed about it mere minutes after it had happened. And, I couldn't have known it was happening, I couldn't have imagined the details that I saw. It was mind-blowing.
My dreams about Zander and my dreams about Dante had felt real. I compared both experiences, and with the knowledge that what I'd seen Zander do had really happened, a light went on in my head. I realized that my dreams about Dante must have been visions of earlier events, too. I had actually seen Dante's past. 
Then I began to wonder if my other dreams worked the same way. They couldn't all be visions of the past, I told myself. I had to have some normal dreams. But, which were real and which were not? That would take longer to figure out.
The worst part of this sudden epiphany had been what I'd figured out about Aunt Caroline. Recognizing her had been a twisted sense of reality. I'd never met her in person, but she'd looked exactly like her picture in our family photo album. 
My dreams were like pieces to a giant puzzle, one piece leading to the next, only the puzzle never seemed to end. From my dreams of the past, I saw my future. And I knew that it would be exhausting, because I wouldn't be satisfied until I saw the entire picture. 



Tru Parker didn’t know how ideal her life was until everything normal and safe evaporated in an instant. With her mother gone and nightmares plaguing her sleep, it takes the iron will of her best friend to help her fit in again at school. But that’s hard to do when supernaturals start popping up all around her and she learns that one of them killed her mother. Even worse, she realizes she might not be human herself. 

Zander Hughes doesn’t know exactly why he came to Scotts Valley, but when he sees Tru for the first time, he suspects that she’s the reason. Their connection is instant and electrifying. He may not be like anyone in his supernatural family, but he knows that what he feels for Tru is impossible for someone like himself—unless everything he’d been taught was wrong. Despite their mutual distrust, when danger comes for Tru, he will do everything in his power to protect her.

Unlikely alliances form around Tru, and together they work to debunk supernatural lore and decipher a prophecy that places Zander and herself at the center of it. 

The TRUE NATURE SERIES is created by KAREN LYNN BENNETT, an eGlobal signed author.


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