Cute Dream Novels & Stories

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

And to them I was a speck, safe and happy, so at home there in the sky, there in a place that touches our reality and yet belongs to another. The vision? Tell the vision? Tell of what we dream will be? To show the vision, to tell the vision, we will need a tell-he-vision show, naturally, my dear Watson. From the beauty of the dreamscape, in the place between the thoughts and the movies of the nighttime, came striding an elephant with butterfly ears. Each ear was as a great wing in pinks and baby blue, shimmering, and moving in the way butterfly wings do. When the great elephant had passed, there came a snake into view whom morphed into an eel, then grew fins down the length of its body and s

Another dream visited him … Lumaro has been awakened shouting. “What a bad dream!” he murmured. Lumaro could vividly recall his dream a while ago. In his dream, he saw his mate, his future Luna; she was smiling at her and then suddenly her face faded, she shifted into an ugly she-wolf and growled at him. Thereafter, he saw the ugly she-wolf ran away from him until he did not see her anymore. Lumaro cried calling his mate; he tried to chase her but he could not find her. She faded like air.

That night, Elena dreamed of a child with four eyes and six fingers on each hand, running through the frost-bitten valley in a pack of its own. Its laughter was the yippling bark of a newborn pup, and when Elena reached for it—her child—it darted just out of reach, giggling and wild, always at the edge of the woods. Every dream ended with that same image: the child standing atop the ridge, haloed in dawnlight, gesturing for her to catch up.

I rest my head against his chest and sleep. I have the strangest dream. I can see many planets in the night sky that sparkles. My name is being called, but I’m too mesmerised by my surroundings to follow. A fluffy white cat with white wings rubs itself against my leg as it purrs. I kneel and stroke its fur. It feels surreal, but I know it’s just a dream. There are houses made from precious gems and stones. Some hover in the air on islands that have bridges connecting them to other hovering islands.

he echoed, his voice a mixture of fascination and uncertainty. Irene nodded, her eyes distant as she tried to recall the fading fragments of her dream. "Yes, a dream. Sometimes, when we're asleep, our minds show us stories and images that aren't real. They can be a little sad or strange, but when we wake up, they disappear." Noah seemed to ponder this for a moment, his expressive eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers. Then, with the innocence only a child could possess, he offered his own wisdom. "Maybe your dream needed a hug, Mommy, so it can feel better."

I think it’s because I’m no longer hanging on to life by a thin thread Then one night I dream of a beautiful wolf in my dreams. It has glossy auburn fur and reptilian yellow eyes - that’s how I know it’s a dream. Because I’ve never seen a wolf with reptilian yellow eyes before. It sits across from me on the other side of a clearing in the woods, it just looks at me kindly.

Two vivid dreams had unfurled before her recently, each filled with symbols and meanings that tugged at her consciousness like a half-remembered melody. In the first dream, she and her loyal companion, Luna, were frolicking freely like carefree pups, racing through the heart of a lush, vibrant forest. The air was rich with the crisp scent of pine and earth, intermingled with the sounds of laughter that bounced off the trees and the gentle rustling of leaves playing in the soft breeze. But then, like an ominous shadow creeping into the brightness, the scene morphed. Aria’s heart raced as she spotted a woman, standing at a distance with an intensity in her gaze that pierced through the joyful

But as soon as she drifted off, her dreams took her somewhere unexpected. In her dream, she found herself strolling through a beautiful garden, the sun casting a golden glow over the vibrant flowers. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming roses, and the sound of birds chirping filled the atmosphere. And there, walking beside her, was Liam, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans that hugged his athletic frame perfectly. He was speaking about something, his voice smooth and melodic, but Isla found herself lost in admiration of his beauty. The way the sunlight danced in his hair, the way his striking blue eyes sparkled with mischief—it was intoxicating.

"It's nothing, just a scratch—" But before I could finish my words, my vision went black. Days of exhaustion and running around had finally caught up with me, and I fainted. When I woke, I was lying in Wayne's private lounge. My wound had already been bandaged, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up to grab my phone, and my eyes fell on a notebook on his desk. Curiosity made me flip it open. Every page was filled with Wayne's handwriting. 'Naomi likes sour food. After meals, take her for a walk to help with digestion.'