Daydream Novelas e Histórias

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

He normally got back home early, what happened today? I still had to go through with my plan. I heard his footsteps as they got closer to the room. Laying back unto the bed, I struck a pose as I feigned sleep. One leg peeked out of the covers revealing a creamy thigh. The silk strap of my nightie slid down one shoulder, leaving it bare and inviting.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

I said to myself, and pulled the covers over my head, trying to push all my thoughts away with the word ‘tomorrow’. Eventually, sleep came to find me, and I drifted off. Unfortunately, sleep had nasty plans for me, as I found myself in a dream where Darius never returned. I could hear him calling for me. “Hazel, Hazel.” He called in the dream, but I didn't know where he was, nor could I reach out to him, and I grew old in that dream. Thanks to the sun, however, I was able to open my eyes, and escape from the horrible dream.

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.

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

In the end, he only gave a cold snort, then turned and left with Bianca in his arms. I ignored him. Just then, a timid voice sounded beside my ear. “Wow. You’re really good at shutting people down. Can you teach me?” Warm breath brushed my ear, carrying a faint, crisp scent of mint. I turned my head and found myself looking straight into a pair of bright, shining eyes. At some point, Miles had leaned in close, his face full of admiration. “...Did no one ever teach you about personal space?” I was helpless. He froze, then looked down at his own feet.

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.