Daydream Stories Novels & Stories

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Destiny said collapsing on the chair opposite him. "Well, that's not too bad. So tell me how can I help?" Dr Connery said smiling. Destiny wiped her forehead with her hand and gave him an apologetic look. "Can you tell me something about dreams?" "Dreams? What sort of dreams?" Destiny took a deep breath," you might think I am crazy but I had a very vivid dream...about three kids trying to run away from their crazy dad. It felt so real. I felt as if I was there. And Alpha Jake was there, though he was a young boy." She rambled on, unaware that the doctor was staring at her transfixed.

My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test. I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some r

Celestia Today is the fourth of September and I am so tired. Probably, as you become older the more you want to sleep and that's what happens to me now. I just want to sleep all day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes it became more drearily. In the daytime, all I think about is sleeping. But in the night all I do is try to stay awake. I guess I'm not the only teenager experiencing it. 'I wish I could stop dreaming. I wish to God I could stop dreaming. And try to accept the real version of myself.'

She drifted off to the distant sound of the fountains below, the steady rhythm of their breathing, and the persistent, delicious ache between her legs. She was already wet again in her dreams. The city glittered beyond the glass—endless lights, endless possibility. And she had only just begun to gamble.

"Antonette, wake up! It's already noon!" James said as he shook Antonette's sleeping body. Antonette's handsome and hot best friend, James Daniel Sarrosa, is the one she secretly admires. Yes, she has feelings for her best friend. Doesn't that sound cliche? But that is the truth. Antonette has been secretly in love with James for quite some time. And she doesn't know if James is naturally dense or if he is aware of her feelings but chooses to ignore them. Because, in reality, she's been sending him signals and signs, but her friend doesn't seem to notice. It's driving her crazy, and her patience is running out. "Hey! Come on; we're going to be late!" James yelled angrily as he continued to s

“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.

He tried to soften his usual cold and deep voice, so he slowed down again, “One day, a little mermaid...” “Daddy, don’t you know how to tell stories?” The little girl flattened her lips as she muttered, aggrieved, “Nellie’s Daddy is so powerful, but he can’t tell stories...” Joshua fell silent as he sucked in a deep breath. “Let’s not listen to stories. Just go to sleep, okay?” “Not okay…” Tears started to roll down the Little Princess’s cheeks. “If I don’t listen to a story, I’ll get nightmares…”