The seventeen years old Ayah Thalith had the dreams any girl her age would have; Finishing school, having a memorable coronation, getting a job, and most importantly - Getting married to her dream guy in her dream wedding.

All these however, went down the drain when her Dad decides to meddle in her perfectly planned future, following her sister's elope. He wanted to have her get married to his thirty years old friend, not caring what she thought about his idea. With a little help from her sister however, Ayah fled home. Hoping to find out there, a future way better than the one her dad planned out for her - hopefully the one she had spent half of her life dreaming about.

Will she accomplish are dreams though? Or her life will become miserable - something she's prayed against her entire life...


Ayah is selfless, and maybe a little too selfless for her own good.

She had dreams. Dreams that were beyond her imagination, she could only dream about them.

Following her sister's elope, things didn't go quite smoothly for her dad and he had only one option left; Trade her hand in marriage for a collab with his friend. And she has to abide whether she liked it or not.

With the help of her junior sister however, Ayah fled home in search of a life better than the one her dad had planned out for her.

What will she find? Victory? Or a life full of misery? Something she's prayed against her entire life.

Midori is a school student. She and her mother always had a bad relationship. One day, on her way home, she has a car accident and is hospitalized. When she wakes up, she notice that she lost her sight. There she starts to have weird dreams. After a while, she realize that everything is not what she thinks.
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Dreams are more than just the visions we get at night.

From our deepest desires to our darkest secrets, all put together and let flow freely constitute what we term as dream.

Many of our dreams are purely personal.

Just the mere thought of someome else witnessing them can dust our cheeks pink and red.

So, what would happen if our dreams could be streamed live in front of others? 

What if they could be invaded or worse hacked?

Spy ... a work that requires seriousness .

Hela , a woman of high professional achievement , who takes her life as seriously as her job .

Barry , the bravest in his team and also the leader of the team  , coolest member of the group who likes to tell jokes even in the worst scenario. 

Will anything bring these two poles apart people close and if so can they really fall in love ??

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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Nighttime at Uzushiogakure was peaceful as residents slept with the noise of the ocean, soothing and relaxing their tired minds, Shinobi patrolled the rooftops and streets keeping ever vigilant for anything suspicious. As the tired minds rested, children approaching the age eligible to begin training to academy students were visited by dreams, dreams of their village standing strong and of them happy and smiling with the strength to do incredible feats.

Dreams of a tree standing towering above the clouds giving off a sense of comfort as they approached, visions of them training as slept, their strength rising higher the more they trained yet no fatigue came. Instinctive knowledge of appropriate training routines that helped and a final warning that they may never discuss this with anyone or they will be barred forever.

However, those Chunin and above were visited by another dream, one telling of the destruction of their village, the allied nations storming the beach fronts, the massacre of their fathers and mothers, lovers and friends. Blood of children spilled on the floor and finally their own death. These dreams constantly on repeat, the very details embedded into their minds, wanting to escape, cry, shout... they couldn't. A force keeping them locked in their minds, forcing them to witness their deaths, warning them that id they do nothing; this is what the future holds.

The dreams and torture continued till the break of dawn.

A yawn escaped Aiko as he stretched, feeling like he just completed the best workout of his seven years of life he began to get ready for his day, vividly remembering he wondered if he would have another dream like that anytime soon. "Okaasan morning, whats for breakfast?" His cheerful voice rang in the dining as he sat waiting for breakfast with his mum, "Aiko how was your night?" she kissed him on the head which made him frown "okaasan don't, i'm not a baby anymore".

His mum laughed as she went to get the breakfast, she was a typical housewife, while his dad was a Jonin of Uzu, "be a dear and go get your father please, he didn;t wake up when I tried and I wouldn't want the food to get cold now", sighing he stood up from his seat "ok mum, be back in a sec".

Walking towards his dads room, before he could knock his dad opened the door, he had bags under his eyes, "dad mum said breakfast is.." before he could finish his sentence his dad hugged him, murmurs of "it was all a dream" kept on being repeated as Aiko stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Sorry about that Aiko, just had a bad dream" his dad finally let Aiko go, "a really bad dream" he whispered, smiling to himself he stepped out to join the rest if his family. Scenes like this were happening all around the village with its citizens, soon enough the Uzukage was made aware.

Spared from the nightmare as he was dealing with important issues throughout the night, Hiroko Uzumaki called a meeting of the top Jonin, currently stood at the podium in an auditorium "Through out last night, multiple people in our ranks were trapped in their dreams, they all had similar dreams and some of you here who weren't on patrol or asleep were afflicted with the same dream", to his pride they didn't flinch but he did know they felt uncomfortable about it.

"Th source of the dream is lead to be believed as a widespread genjutsu, we noticed erratic behaviours in the afflicted's chakra, as of 3:00 am we have been searching for who was responsible but we have not been able to find any leads", the unease was palatable in the room. "On the other hand a few of our children informed us that they had dreams showcasing a tree that touches the skies, those that told us about the dream and the content of said dream showed a noticeable improvement in their performances physically".

Surprise was visible this time around, "excuse me Lord Uzukage I have more to add", a Jonin from the side said, Hiroko nodded and stepped back, "as Lord Uzukage mentioned we have been plagued by dreams and nightmares, however we also noticed all those afflicted with the nightmare genjutsu were chunin and above", silence spread as the implication of that became known.

"As you may have inferred, whoever was responsible seems to have a roaster of our ranks, for what reason this was done, some believe it's a warning and others think it's an enemy attack", taking a pause he continued "as of today we are increasing patrol, this will be passed on to everyone however, discretion is advised as we don't want to make whoever is responsible aware".

As he stepped away  from the podium the Uzukage once again addressed the room, "this is concerning but I hope you find whoever is responsible for this, I don't want a repeat of last night and I want whoever is responsible for this to be captured. Dismissed!"

The various Jonins started discussing among themselves as they trickled away from the room, discussing with each other and coming with their own theory, those that were asleep told those awake what the dreams were about. Soon enough around the village things returned to normal, and there was a subtle tension in the air, not something the civilians could perceive but any trained Shinobi would notice it.

Days passed as the dreams continued, as foretold those children that chose to tell others about their dreams never went back to the dreamscape, the more observant children noticed this as they saw those children grouped up together talking about what happened there and what training they went through.

When they started mentioning how they haven't been back there others started to catch on, the words told to them at the end of the dream resounded in their minds, 'never tell anyone of this'. Noticing the improvements in their abilities, even those that weren't planning on being shinobi and would never have applied to the academy saw improvement in their abilities as the days passed.

It was another story for those chunin and above, for those that went to sleep at night, they will always be inflicted by the dream of the massacre, more and more shinobi chose to stay awake and it was effecting morale. "This is worrying, still no leads?" the Uzukage asked his second in command, "none Lord Uzukage, but what we have discovered is that those children who had dreams and told us about them haven't had them ever since, they told us that they were not to tell anyone of their dreams or they will never return".

The Uzukage let at an apprehensive noise "any other thing to report?", taking a moment to compose himself the second in command replied, "we have seen a noticeable increase in performance for some of our academy students, they are the ones that haven't made mention of the dreams. It seems as if the warnings were true and there is a sort of bleed-off effect from training in the dream".

Looking at the window to his side, he took in the sigh of the village, letting out a sigh he turned his attention back to his second in command "monitor the academy students, if anything happens I want you to inform me as soon as possible", "Yes Lord Uzukage." In the span of a breath he was gone.

"What is going on? Are those dreams really what is to come?", the Uzukage himself having had the Shinobi monitor him and a handful of others as they slept in secluded rooms, was afflicted by the same dream, the sensors never noticed any other presence apart from those assigned and yet he was stiff effected.

"At least whoever they are, they seem like they're helping us in some way. What I want to know is why they don't just come out to help."

Shaking his head he went back to work, looking at the forecast he received if the rate of improvements remains the same for those observed, it was looking like they'd be ushering in more genin abled graduates at the end of the year, if they graded purely on physical ability and that's for those that are in their first year, let alone those that are in their final year at the academy.

Choosing from the Worm CYOA V1 our MC chose:

 To reincarnate
 World Breaker
 Power Manipulation
 Inspired/Innovative inventor 
 Shattered limiter Perk x2:

First World: Naruto

 Believing that with it alone he should be fine, with the Complication of the cycle begins anew and marked by every single organisation in the settings including the Endbringers. 

 Content with his choice he awaited his reincarnation only to discover he wasn’t reincarnated into the world of Worm but instead into the Naruto world, and what is this, he is a sapling?! And all these people have red hair?



Until the topic they were trying to avoid was mentioned. Muntaha! The two girls fell silent. One was curious while the other felt nervous. She was used to consulting her sister in everything but this was the first time she had to talk about love with her. 

Rumeysa lowered her gaze as she played with her fingers. Humeyra on the other hand waited patiently. She knew from experience how hard it was to talk about someone you love. 

Eventually, Rumeysa started to talk." I met him for the first time at the park. He sat beside me on the bench but I didn't pay much heed to him. It was my nonchalance which made him talk to me, I believe. 

The moment I heard his voice, it irritated me. I don't know why it did but his voice just lit my temper . I sassed at him and left him on the bench assuming that it was the first and last time I get to see his face. 

If only I knew how wrong I was, I would have avoided sassing at him. Unfortunately, it happened and that was how I became his target. Then after my kidnap, I felt comfortable enough to keep challenging him not knowing that it was what attracted him to me. 

This continued until I had my monthly visitor. You know how painful my periods could be. He took care of me through it all. He fed me, (she smiled), he dressed me and changed my..." she stopped talking,blushing. She felt as if she was relieving the memory as if it was just yesterday. 

Humeyra looked amused as she watched Rumeysa's blushing face and fidgeting hands . "Ahem! " she cleared her throat. Rumeysa got the cue to continue her story. " he took care of all my needs until I was able to do them myself. 

As he took care of me, I got accustomed to his embrace and caress from time to time. I got used to gazing at the stars with him, eating and chatting with him. My initial grudge melted away slowly until there was almost none left. 

The final blow was him taking a bullet for me. Though he told me about his work, all I could see was a man who bled and hurt like everyone else. My heart beat for him then. I swore to protect and love him. 

Yet, whenever I thought of the restrictions put in place by religion, my heart ached not wanting to accept that I wont be able to call him mine. He cemented his name on my heart with all his kindness and care even when he was known and feared as a ruthless mafia boss by his people. What should I do Meyra? How can I be with him?" 

Looking at a confused and love sick Rumeysa, Humeyra recalled how Hamdan rejected her confession the first time she told him about her feelings. She had felt so heartbroken and helpless . Yet , Allah had brought them together and made them a pair. Something she almost gave up on. 

" you know little sister, love needs patience and sacrifices. It doesn't need much to fall in love but it takes a lot to stay in love. In the process, you might lose a lot, make more sacrifices than you have ever made in your life, give up things you love, lose hope and what not. 

It's like fighting an internal war between your heart and mind. One is ruled by what is logical while the other only wants what it wants. We both know that Muntaha is not a Muslim. You know as well that a union between a Muslim woman and a non- Muslim man is prohibited in Islam. This , I do not need to remind you. 

What I can tell you , however, is that as much as your heart craves for him, pray to Allah to make this test easier for you. Have faith that everything will be alright. Don't give up on him. He might be a professional killer but I am no different. No one is too righteous to judge the other. We all have our flaws. It's in our imperfections that we find perfection. 

Make a lot of Dua( supplications) for him and for your self. Remember it is only Allah that guides whom He wills and leads a stray whom he wills. Take heart though. You will get him if Allah wills. " 

Rumeysa listened carefully to her sister and felt relieved. It was true. There was nothing impossible in this world. Every thing is possible at the appointed time. She just had to be patient and prayerful. She thanked Humeyra and left the room . 

Back in her own room, she removed her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes and thought of the man who gave her the freedom she deserved even when he was in love with her. 

She pictured his big rough hand caressing every inch of her body. From the crown of her head to the tip of her toes. She recalled his broad chest and the tight hold of his hands on her waist. She let out a moanful cry as she got lost in her fantasy. She missed his presence, his voice and his scent. She missed his care and the warmth in his eyes whenever he looked at her. She missed all of him so much. She sat down naked in the bathroom and cried her heart out. 

"Ya Allah, please make it possible for me to be his!" She prayed silently. She eventually composed herself and left the bathroom to dress up and sleep. As she drifted off to sleep, the last person on her mind was her captor. A smile was evident on her lip as she dreamt of him. What price does one have to pay for love? 

FOOTNOTE. 

Praise be to Allah. 

We ask Allaah to protect us and you from all bad and evil things and to divert from us and from you the plots of the devils among mankind and the jinn, for He is the best of protectors and the Most merciful of those who show mercy. 

With regard to what the sleeper sees in his sleep, it falls into three categories: good dreams which come from Allaah; bad dreams which come from the shaytaan; and what a person is thinking about. 

Good dreams are those in which the sleeper sees good things; they come from Allaah. They may be meant as good news, or warning against evil, or helping and guiding. It is Sunnah to praise Allaah for them and to tell one’s loved ones, but not others, about them. 

Bad dreams are those in which the sleeper sees bad things; they come from the shaytaan. It is Sunnah to seek refuge with Allaah from them and to spit to the left three times, and not to talk about them, but if a person does that it will not harm him. It is also mustahabb to turn onto one’s other side, and to pray two rak’ahs. 

It may be that what one sees is not a dream of either of these two types, rather it stems from what one is thinking about. This is called confused dreams and it stems from events and fears stored in the memory and subconscious, which are replayed during sleep. For example, a man who works in a certain profession and spends all day working in that field, and before he goes to sleep he thinks about it, so he may see things having to do with it in his dream; or one who thinks about someone whom he loves and sees things that have to do with that person. There is no interpretation for these things. 

It was narrated from Abu Hurayrah that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Towards the end of time, hardly any dream of a Muslim will be false. The ones who have the truest dreams will be those who are truest in speech. The dream of a Muslim is one of the forty-five parts of Prophethood. Dreams are of three types: a good dream which is glad tidings from Allaah, a dream from the Shaytaan which causes distress, and a dream that comes from what a man is thinking of to himself…” 

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: 

The meaning of the words of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), “The dreams of the believer are one of the forty-six parts of Prophethood” is that the dreams of the believer come true, because they are like parables that the angel gives to the one who sees them. They may tell of something that is happening or that is going to happen, so it happens in accordance with the dream, so these dreams are like the wahy of Prophethood in that they come true, yet they are different from it. Hence they are one of the forty-six parts of Prophethood. 

Majmoo’ Fataawa al-Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (1/327). 

The dreams of the believer are described in the ahaadeeth as “true” and “good” and “from Allaah”. What is meant by “true” is explained in the words of Ibn ‘Uthaymeen quoted above as meaning that they come true. What is meant by “good” is that they bring good news or draw attention to some mistakes that one is not aware of. What is meant by their being “from Allaah” is that they happen by His grace and mercy, or as a warning or glad tidings from Him, or as guidance from Him. 

Bad dreams are described as “causing grief” or being “from the shaytaan.” What is meant by “causing grief” is that they make one sad and cause distress. What is meant by them being “from the Shaytaan” is that they are instilled by him in an effort to cause fear or because of his toying with the sleeper. 

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: 

Alarm comes from the shaytaan. The shaytaan depicts to a person in his sleep things that alarm him with regard to himself, his wealth or his family, or in his community, because the shaytaan loves to make the believers sad, as Allaah says: 

“Secret counsels (conspiracies) are only from Shaytaan (Satan), in order that he may cause grief to the believers. But he cannot harm them in the least, except as Allaah permits” 

[al-Mujaadilah 58:10] 

Everything that causes distress to people and upsets them, the shaytaan is eager for it, whether it is when they are awake or asleep, because the shaytaan is an enemy as Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): 

“Surely, Shaytaan (Satan) is an enemy to you, so take (treat) him as an enemy” 

[Faatir 35:6] 

Majmoo’ Fataawa al-Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (1/329). 

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) taught us what we should do if a person sees something in his dream that he dislikes and wakes up as a result. It is: spitting dryly to the left, seeking refuge with Allaah from the shaytaan, turning over, praying if one wants, and not telling people about it. 

We should point out an important matter, which is that if a person is righteous and strives to obey Allaah always, he will not be harmed if he sees or is seen (in a dream) in a situation that causes distress, but if he is an evildoer and sinner in his real life, then he will not benefit from seeing himself or being seen in the best state. 

Ibn Muflih said: 

Hishaam ibn Hassaan said: Ibn Sireen was asked about one hundred dreams and he did not give any answer except to say: Fear Allaah and do good whilst you are awake, and whatever you see in your sleep will not harm you. 

Al-Adaab al-Shar’iyyah (3/451). 

And he said: 

Al-Marwadhi said: I brought Ibraaheem al-Humaydi with me to meet Abu ‘Abd-Allaah, and he was a righteous man. He said: My mother saw [in a dream] that such and such happened to you, and she mentioned Paradise. He said: O my brother, the people used to say such things to Sahl ibn Salaamah, and Sahl rebelled and shed blood, and he said: Dreams may bring joy to the believer but they cannot deceive him. 

Al-Adaab al-Shar’iyyah (3/453). 

Conclusion: 

There may be warnings in a dream to the person or to others, of some mistake that they are negligent about, or some sin that they are committing, or of a bad end if they continue as they are, following deviation or misguidance. This cannot be the bad dreams which come from the shaytaan’s plots and efforts to cause grief, rather they come from Allaah by His grace and mercy. So if a person sees something in his dream which indicates that he should alert and warn others, he should do so. The same applies if he sees something that warns and alerts him (i.e., he should pay heed). 

You can warn your relative about a possible plot or evil that is expected, without mentioning who may be behind this plot. If you are worried that something bad may happen, then you should take precautions, and nothing will harm you in sha Allaah, even if what you fear happens. But if what you feared did not happen, and the dream did not come true, no harm will befall you because you did not speak badly of anyone and did not transgress against anyone. 

And Allaah knows best.

Broken hearts and lonely souls, they all were familiar to her. Witnessing the massacre of her entire family was not something anyone could survive. She did.  The world was never merciful to an innocent little girl. Attempted rape and murder, she became well versed with them all. 
Until there was no other option left than to grow up before her age was ripe, She had to protect herself from the cruel world while at the same time plotting to take revenge for her family. 
What should a lonely soul choose between finding someone who can fill the space in her heart, fix the broken pieces of her soul, and take away her nightmares, and revenge for her family?
Humeyra turned her back on the world until cupid struck with the arrow of love. It was love at first sight for a soul that had been an empty shell for more than a decade.
Unfortunately, the world had to interfere: Making it hard for her once more. Hamdan was engaged to marry another. Unreciprocated love, a traumatic past, and complicated health status, could she take it all?

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Thoughts. I mean what really are they, what is thinking exactly, what creates thinking. Are they bubbles in your head that suddenly pop as you realize something or are they all an illusion made by your head? Think, thought, thinking, thinking about things is just like coming up with a plan am I right? What you are going to say needs thinking and your mind does just that. Just like dreams, dreams are like your own little theatre I suppose you are the director and it plays out as you like, but sometimes your mind plays tricks on you as you dream. You have no control, how do you make dreams, are they created? It's as if your eyelids are the curtains and as soon as you fall asleep. Lights, camera, action! And there you go, you have a dream. Then there are nightmares, I'm sure not everyone likes having these dreams that scare you or make you feel intimidated, you start to sweat and maybe all of a sudden wake-up. These nightmares feel so real at times like it is taking over your mind and you can't have any control, you know it's not real yet your mind somehow tricks you into believing it is, so you feel emotions towards them. Hmm dreams.

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