Daydream Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

~Two Days Later~ My dreams are always so vivid and so real though when I wake, I can never remember a thing about them. What I do remember, is the fall. The feeling of free falling. Nothing but the sky around me, air in my hair and coating my skin. It’s liberating, it’s freedom.

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

"You are still human, it's just that I have kept a bit of my soul in you." "Huh...." Angel's face looked stiff, slowly her body felt so weak that she couldn't stand just standing. He landed his butt on the edge of the bed, still not understanding with all that happened. "I'm not you," Angel shook her head weakly with a blank look, "no... I'm a normal human being." "This is just a dream!" screamed Angel who suddenly slapped his own cheek. "Please wake me up from this nightmare!" "Angel, stop it!" Erick held the girl's hands and sat beside her. "You can't hurt yourself."

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

Quinn batted her eyes dramatically at Serena, who nodded calmly. “Sophia, I understand you’re grieving, but in our family, we bury our loved ones. Push him back right now,” Serena said tearfully, fixing her gaze on my hands gripping the gurney. I smiled faintly. All I needed was a gentle push, and Lannister would meet the flames. “Mom, cremation is the modern way. Besides, Lannister is already dead. He won’t feel anything anymore.” I subtly pushed the gurney forward.

* That night, Layla had a dream. She was eighteen again, but unlike her usual nightmares, this one was peaceful—no storms, no blood. She was hiking up a mountain, a backpack on her shoulders, surrounded by birdsong and breathtaking scenery. She snapped photo after photo, her camera filled with vibrant images. But in the dream, time was a blur. One blink, and the sun was already setting. Standing at the mountaintop, she watched the sun dip below the horizon, its warm light bathing her. The gentle mountain breeze wrapped around her, like a comforting embrace.

"Can we leave only after Daddy spends my birthday with me? It'll be the last time," My daughter, Lyanna Lorenzo, asked with tears in her eyes. "It'll be my fifth birthday next week," she continued. "Daddy promised that he would celebrate my birthday with me." I patted her little head as I listened to her pitiful request. "Okay. We'll leave after he celebrates your fifth birthday with you."

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.