Novel & Cerita Daydream Stories

“I am plagued by impure dreams, Father. Night after night I wake aching, soaked between my legs, imagining a man’s hands on me, his mouth, his cock filling me until I cannot breathe.” Every syllable hits me like a lash of fire. My erection swells painfully, leaking against my thigh. These are my own fantasies spoken aloud—my tongue buried in her sweet cunt, my shaft driving deep while she claws my back. I shift in the seat, trying to ease the throb. “Tell me more,” I manage, voice rougher than I intend. “For the sake of true contrition.” She does. She describes in breathless detail how she dreams of being pinned beneath me, legs spread wide, begging me to fuck her harder. My control frays wi

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

I never believed in the occult. Not really. Sure, I’d dabbled in tarot cards during college sleepovers, giggling with my roommates as we pretended to commune with spirits over cheap wine and pizza. But that was years ago. Now, at 28, I was a practical woman— a graphic designer in a bustling city, living in a cozy apartment that overlooked the twinkling skyline. My days were filled with deadlines, coffee runs, and the occasional swipe on dating apps, hoping to find someone who could ignite that spark I’d been missing. Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm.

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying... Fare thee well!

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

Weeks passed since Jette decided to turn the haunting nightmare into a narrative of empowerment. The pages of her journal filled with words that flowed like a river, carrying away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. Drew, ever-supportive, stood by her side, offering encouragement and sharing in the cathartic journey of transformation. As the days turned into months, the once-daunting shadows of the dream became mere echoes in the background of their lives. Jette and Drew found solace in each other's company, their bond fortified by the shared experience of navigating the intricacies of dreams and emotions.

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head.

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.

That very night, I created a dating profile. I thought that the sudden attraction was only because I haven’t been laid in so long. Maybe blowing off some steam would get her off my mind. I even matched with a couple of women. Beautiful, age-appropriate ones. But none of them could compare. As much as I wanted to say otherwise, I wanted Layla. More than anything I ever wanted before. “Layla,” I call out. This time, I’m much louder. If I listen hard enough, I can hear her heartbeat racing under my bed. How long was she planning on staying crouched down there anyway? She doesn’t make a single noise.