7 Dream Novels & Stories

She didn’t try to crowd me and that felt safe. At my apartment I locked the door three times out of habit. I changed into my soft pajamas. Made me some tea that I did not touch. And then I sat on the couch with my phone in hand. The nightmares had been brutal lately. Flashes of hands that I could not escape. Voices that I could silence. Thoughts that I could not shut out no matter how much I wanted to. Tonight already felt heavier than the way it used to be. I stared at the number that was on the scrap paper.

Her dreams truly came true. - The End -

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

Elena POV Warm arms wrapped around my naked back, pulling me closer to an even warmer chest as I jerked awake for the third time in a row this week. I marked a mental note, ‘seven.’ Since I started counting, it was exactly the seventh time I’d had the same nightmare. “What is it?” Draven’s voice was husky with sleep and his warm breath fanned the back of my neck, “another nightmare?” “Yes,” I breathed out shakily, letting his closeness comfort me.

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

Was it a dream? ***

My love, my Namit was gone. ****** **DREAM SEQUENCE ENDS** ****** I got up sweating profusely and breathing heavily hearing the sound of my alarm. It's the 3rd day without him and the same dream. Ever since Namit has gone, I am having this weird dream where he leaves me alone. I have not been able to sleep as the only person who gave me comfort and peace was gone. Trying hard, I have been sleeping for only 3 hours daily and always get up with the same dream.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

With the help of the man in my dreams. TO BE CONTINUED