There are different meanings for the word
Dream. It can be the world we escape into when we fall asleep or it can merely be a wish...
Have you ever had a dream and wondered, "What does that mean?"
Or...
Have you wished you knew how to interpret your dreams? Well, did you know there are sites on the internet that say they can give you some insight into your dreams? Well, there are.
Just like this one:
Dreamforth
I'm not saying
Dreamforth is accurate or that I trust these types of sites, I'm just saying they're out there. And you might want to take a peek. I mean even if the site doesn't deliver or interpret your dream, it might give you a little insight into why you had the dream.
On another note, have you ever wondered if Dreams are merely a premonition of what's to come?
Well, here's one book that talks about that...in a roundabout way (if you read it, let me know what you think of the story)
Can Dreams Come True?
(Book One of the Cecily Taylor Series) by Krysten Lindsay Hager
Contemporary YA
fiction
Pages: 224 pages
Blurb:
Cecily has always had a huge crush on singer Andrew Holiday
and she wants to be an actress, so she tags along when her friend auditions for
his new video. However, the director isn’t looking for an actress, but rather
the girl next door—and so is Andrew. Cecily gets a part in the video and all of
Andrew’s attention on the set. Her friend begins to see red and Cecily’s boyfriend
is seeing green—as in major jealousy. A misunderstanding leaves Cecily and her
boyfriend on the outs and Andrew hopes to pick up the pieces as he’s looking
for someone more stable in his life than the models he’s dated. Soon Cecily
begins to realize Andrew understands her more than her small-town boyfriend—but
can her perfect love match really be her favorite rock star?
Excerpt 1:
I started to feel anxious after
lunch. After all, I had been an Andrew fan for a long time, and even though I
had seen him in person, this was a huge deal to get to meet him. What if he
wasn’t what I had imagined? I didn’t expect him to fawn over me or anything,
but what if he was rude or ignored me? It would kill my fantasy of him as being
this sweet, quiet, sensitive songwriter who wore his heart on his sleeve while
also being kind of a loner/rebel with just a touch of bad boy in him. Oh man, I
would be crushed if he didn’t notice me or worse—if he ended up flirting with
Harlow.
In all his magazine interviews
Andrew always said looks weren’t important to him, and what he noticed in a
girl was if she was true to herself. He said he went for “bright girls who were
sweet and easy to be with.” Now that I thought about it, that was the kind of
fake crap magazines put out about all the teen celebrities. It was like when I
saw Lawrence Claibourne, my favorite actor who claimed to be Mr.
I’m-just-looking-for-a-sweetgirl-to-read-poetry-to on a red carpet with a model
whose boobs were falling out of her dress and had overdone the lip fillers—I
mean, you just knew he wasn’t into her for her personality. But Andrew wasn’t
like Lawrence. Andrew seemed so sincere and deep. Lawrence had a smirk and you
could tell he was a player, but Andrew seemed like he had been hurt and needed
to find the right girl who he could open up to and learn to trust again. . .or
at least that’s what he said in his last interview.
The final bell rang and my heart
shot up to my throat. This was it. I was on my way to meet my crush. From now
on, any dreams of him would be marred by the reality I was about to face.
Was it better to keep wondering
what if and keep the fantasy alive or to go and actually meet him?
Excerpt 2:
I felt disloyal sharing my problems
with Zach with another guy, but in some weird way it was like no one got me
like Andrew did. Even though we had only known each other for a little over
twenty-four hours, it was as if I had known him for ages. Although I guess it
made sense seeing as it always seemed like he understood what I was going
through whenever I listened to his music.
I ended up pouring out the whole
gross story about how insecure I felt about Tanna and how I didn’t want to seem
jealous, but I didn’t feel comfortable with Zach hanging out with her.
“I know you’re probably thinking,
well, obviously her first serious boyfriend, how insecure and jealous can she
be?” I said wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth.
“Nope, not at all. In fact, I was
thinking this crap is why I don’t date more. What is it with our generation
being so casual about stuff? Again, people call me old-fashioned, but I don’t
think you and I are wrong to expect people not to hang out with their exes
anymore. And if I’m old-fashioned, then why are my songs about this exact thing
so popular? I can’t be that out of touch if people are relating to the lyrics,
right?”
“Yeah, I think a lot of people want
commitment deep down,” I said. “Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe guys just want to
date as many girls as possible and not settle down.”
“The media says I come off as this
wounded guy as an act to get more female fans.”
I bit my lip. I had heard those
rumors, too. In fact, at my old school, people made fun of me for falling for
his fake image and said I was too naïve to see he was a player.
“Why are people so cynical?” he
asked. “There was this article about me called, ‘Vulnerable or Vulgar: Is
Holiday for Real?’”
I had read the article five times
and then went online to read the outtakes from it, but all I said to him was,
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he said. “The journalist
who interviewed me had an edge to him. The whole time I could tell he didn’t
like me, and I almost wanted to call him out on it. I gave short answers and he
labeled me, ‘moody and reclusive.’ Actually, I’d like to be reclusive, but I
can’t get enough time off to do it,” he said laughing. “Being a recluse is just
a dream at this point.”
I giggled. “It’s annoying how
people just make snap judgements about you and they can put it out there.”
“I know, right? And if I’m having a
bad day because I don’t feel good, nobody writes, ‘He had a sore throat and
doesn’t feel like talking.’ No, they make it sound like I was being stuck up
when all I wanted to do was go to bed and not die from the flu.”
Excerpt 3:
Andrew sat back and nodded. “Well,
Dimitri got the song, you know? He understood what I was looking for—a
relationship where two people understand each other on a spiritual level. You
know, where their souls connect. Make sense?”
“Yeah, is that what you have with
your girlfriend?” I asked hoping it didn’t look like I as phishing for info on
who he was dating.
He shook his head. “Nah, I’ve never
had anything like that before. But it’s the ultimate idea though, you know? How
about you?”
“No, never,” I said and then I felt
guilt wash over me. “I mean, I’ve had deep connections with people—just not
what you’re talking about or what Dimitri said—the whole deep mystical thing.”
Andrew stared at me and I felt like
he was looking into my soul. “Sometimes it feels like it’s impossible to get
that connection with anybody. Or you think you’re halfway there and they say
they get you, but then something happens and you know they weren’t as deep into
it as you were—or at least as deep as you were hoping. That’s the inspiration
for next song I’m working on. It’s about when you want to believe so badly that
you have a soul connection, then something happens and you realize it was just
another superficial relationship. That’s the title: Just Another Superficial
Relationship.”
“Wow, I can’t wait to hear it.”
“I can sing you the chorus if you
want,” he said.
Holding my breath, I tried to be
cool and not squeal with delight that my favorite singer was about to not only
sing for me, but let me hear an unreleased song. This was like a dream come
true and it made me question if I hadn’t indeed fallen into the water and hit
my head on some rocks, and was now either dreaming this in a coma somewhere or
this was my own personal version of heaven. I felt guilty for inwardly gushing over
Andrew when I had a boyfriend. But this wasn’t about me being interested in
going out with Andrew. It would never happen anyway. This was just me meeting
my crush who happened to be a singer, who I felt understood my feelings more
than anyone else.
Andrew sang the chorus and a warmth
washed over me. The song was perfect—the yearning, the longing—I had
experienced all of it myself. It was like he had taken all my innermost
thoughts and somehow put them into words.
“Amazing,” I said. My whole body
was warm as my mind raced. Was I actually sitting here with him and having him
trust me enough to share a new song? This was beyond anything I had dreamt of
happening today.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Krysten Lindsay Hager writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in,
frenemies, crushes, fame, first loves, and values. She is the author of True Colors, Best Friends...Forever?, Next
Door to a Star, Landry in Like,
Competing with the Star (The Star Series: Book 2) and Dating the It Guy. True Colors, won the Readers Favorite award for
best preteen book and the Dayton Book Expo Bestseller Award for childen/teens. Competing with the Star is a Readers'
Favorite Book Award Finalist.
Krysten's work has been featured in USA Today, The Flint Journal, the Grand Haven Tribune, the Beavercreek
Current, the Bellbrook Times, Springfield News-Sun, Grand Blanc View, Dayton
Daily News and on the talk show Living Dayton.
Buy links:
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