7 Dream Novels & Stories

Aria woke up to a disturbing dream that had plagued her that night. Her alarm had not gone off yet and the colors of the sky seemed to change as she stared aimlessly through her window. Golden shafts shooting upwards from the sun. The dream. It wasn't so much of a bad dream but it wasn't exactly a good one either, especially not at the time. It would complicate things because you see, the dream was about Jacob. An erotic sensual phantasm of her and her new boss. It had been a fairly long time since Aria had had a wet dream and so this bothered her. Flashes of pictures, memories of the dream flared all over eyes, burned through her mind as she struggled to keep him off her thoughts.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."

The book on the table fell to the floor. ❄️ Ivy and I both took our seats. I didn't even bothered to look at Alison. I've already faced a lot already in my crazy dream. Ivy turned and looked at me. “So what's this dream that made you cried”? “I don't even know where to start. It looks so real. The seven lords, immortal sect, Feiye”. “Feiye”. Ivy raised a brow at me. “It's....... just a guy in the dream”. I explained to her so that she wouldn't get the wrong idea.

The more Seven trained they could see that her aura was getting stronger and she had this authority around her always. Seven sat in front of the dresser in the room looking at her reflection in the mirror while she was combing her hair, “It has been almost six months that Jacob has left and I still don’t remember who or what I am,” she told the reflection. “I really wish I could get my memories back soon,” she said after tying her hair and heading to bed. Seven’s wish did come true, but it what up to her if she would believe it or not. That night she dreamt of an orphanage or more like an old house with many children eighteen years and under. Among those children, there was one girl that loo

Not nightmares—though sometimes her sheets were soaked in sweat when she woke up. They weren’t chasing her. They were *watching* her. A circle of them, always the same number—seven—gathered in the forest that didn’t exist behind her house. Their eyes glowed like lanterns. Their breath curled like fog. Sometimes she was standing in the middle of them. Other times, she *was one of them*. She’d wake up gasping. Heart racing. Sheets tangled around her legs like vines. The dreams never scared her exactly, but they made her feel different.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Manolo said. “A blue dream,” muttered Nuri. “It’s an imaginary dream.” “That's right. The blue dream is the Imaginary dream, the dreamer's fantasy. The yellow dream is the Realistic dream, the real thing that happens in reality.” I looked down at Shae. “The Queen wants to kill us every day, so she has this imaginary dream at night, right?” Shae understood me and nodded happily. “She only shares her dreams with people she trusts. She likes you,” Manolo said.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w