Dairy Dreamers Novels & Stories

* Jana * The next morning, the city shimmered under a pale haze, as if the sun itself was holding its breath. I sat on the edge of my bed, still wrapped in the velvet robe I hadn't yet shrugged off. My phone vibrated again, another email reminder for the Dankworth Company's anniversary dinner party. Tonight. A company-wide celebration cloaked in prestige and champagne, where spouses came dressed in diamonds and polished ambition, and where Lawrence's parents, the Jullianne and Lance Dankworth, would be in attendance.

She didn’t want to think about what he was, but Emma wanted to walk into dreams and control magic. Emma had seen village elders use magic but had none of her own. Daniel wanted to surprise Emma that night. With a snap of his fingers he brought the door out, and he snuck into one of her dreams, but when he opened the door, he found the small village was quiet. He heard the roar of a blaze, it didn’t take him long to figure out what he was looking for. Daniel could smell the smoke as he ran. “Emma!” he screamed not caring what a noise he made or who might see him.

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

"What the heck are you talking about, Ada Nasir's Assistant Manager? She raised a question, surprised about the idea of Ada knowing about her issues. "Wait, What is DRI institute?" He then confided her everything. Most people who own a substantial business could live very comfortably for the rest of their lives. Why do we conserve our fortunes, and try to expand them? Is it greed, or power? No! For him, that was not what it was. Sean strives for knowledge and he always had. When he began his search for answers he financed DRI. (The Dream Research Institute). "It's the only transpersonal training center in the United Kingdom and one of the few self-sufficient charitable trusts in the world su

"Why wouldn't we be here, little one?" "Because we met!" she cried out, her voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming confusion. She looked around at the familiar silver trees. "The stories say the dream-link is just a beacon to help fated mates find each other in the real world. Once they touch in the waking world, the dreams are supposed to stop. The magic is supposed to fade because reality takes over. Why are we still in the mist?" Before Kieran could open his mouth to answer, a soft, ethereal voice drifted through the silver air, echoing directly inside the quiet spaces of Rosemary's mind like a gentle, maternal breeze.

******* Dreaming ******** One day, Drake decided it was time to take a step forward. He invited Sarah to lunch at a cozy café, where they often went for brainstorming sessions. He had planned to open up about his feelings, to tell her how much he valued their friendship and how he wished to explore something more. As he shared his thoughts, his voice was laced with nervousness and vulnerability.

she encouraged. In the dream, Damien began, he and Brenda stood on a windswept cliff, overlooking a breathtaking vista. Their laughter filled the air as they watched their children playing in the distance, their smiles mirroring their own. They were surrounded by a sense of deep contentment, a life built on shared dreams and unwavering support.

Typically my dreams are pretty average, or I think they are since I don’t usually remember them. And this was pretty normal. I was sunbathing by the pool with my brother and cousin Zoe, dishing about guys cause, well, that’s what we do in our free time. André has Zoe and me cracking up mocking his recent lover who claimed he could take a good dicking but bitched out three inches in. But everything took a left turn as André froze midgesture and as I glanced at Zoe, and she was frozen in laughter. What in the world is going on? What is derailing my dream?