Cute Dream Novels & Stories

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

A faint smile lingered on his lips. In Camila's dream, she found herself in a breathtaking place adorned with a vibrant array of flowers. Delicate petals gracefully descended, gently landing on her hair as she swayed and twirled, completely immersed in the mesmerizing dance of the falling blossoms. Her voice intertwined with the rustling of petals, harmonizing with the enchanting scene.

DANTE I stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

said Lucrecia. —Mother, why do you think I dreamed of a shirtless boy? - I ask Sweet. "I suppose your brain has been active or you've watched television, some favorite series that has pretty boys," Lucrecia said. —In my dream there was smoke, do you think this is a sign for me to stop setting foot in the University —said Dulce.

My stomach twisted. Curtis leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and his smile changed into something darker. “Honestly, I’ve had dreams about you. Several of them.” I scooted backward until my back touched the cold wall. “Stop.” He didn’t. “Dreams,” he continued softly, “where you were in my bed… without this dress. Dreams where you weren’t shivering or afraid. Dreams where you were very warm. Very responsive.” “Stop talking,” I snapped, voice trembling despite how hard I tried to steady it.

Reina's eyes shot open, her heart racing as she sat up, drenched in her own sweat. She was having a recurring dream where she was breastfeeding a newborn baby with piercing green eyes staring back at her as he sucked on her nipple. His piercing green eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart swell with love. He latched onto her breast, warmth radiating between them, a bond so tender it felt real—until it was shattered.

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”