Daydream Novelas e Histórias

"No." Marra cleared her throat. "I hate to say this, but the saying I'm referring to says that a dream reflects longing. Maybe you missed me." Confidence made Marra feel as small as a flea. "No, no way. Forget that. If you feel that the dream is bothering you, why not just buy an antidote." "What antidote?" "Dream catcher, try buying that and putting it near your bed." "A child's toy?" Why did Denis have to have such a silly side that made Marra want to bash his head in, "It's not a kid's toy, I don't know. I'm just giving you a suggestion, so try it. If I always enjoy every dream while you're almost depressed?"

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

Not because she wasn't dating, let alone sweating it out in bed, but because her attention was always on someone. "You're mine, Uncle!" *** Darren struggled to open his eyes and wished he could go back to sleep. His body was too broken after the road trip from the north that was filled with potholes. Not even a shower could erase the fatigue. Feeling dreams coming on, Darren savored the twitches that gripped his prized asset. "How many days has it been?" Darren wondered, needing a release right then and there. He's too lazy to get off the bed and chooses to enjoy the highly erotic dream.

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.

Verena The night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight. I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.

“I do. Why do you think I let you camp beside Brandon’s bed? He can control both your dreams, which lessen the night terrors. But you have the power to control your nightmare, too.” “I’m not a dream walker. Dreams come to me only when they want to.” “That’s true, but you can make up your dreams, right?” “I don’t think so…” “Have you never tried daydreaming before?” He cocked one eyebrow as a challenge.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

I saw an advertisement on a secondhand marketplace app that someone was giving away an unused stroller for free, pickup only. The address was in a wealthy neighborhood across town. I secured my daughter against my chest in a baby carrier, spent two hours changing buses, then walked for another half an hour under the scorching sun before finally reaching the small mansion. I was drenched in sweat, and my daughter was so hot she started wailing. The seller was a woman about my age, with the refined air of someone who had been pampered her whole life. She studied my miserable state, her voice laced with both disdain and pity. "You came all the way from Eastside? And you're planning to

I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Sammy: Night Craig: night I got into bed but stayed awake for a long time, worrying.