Daydreaming Quotes Novels & Stories

Just like what Anthony said, “When I drift off, I’ll dream of you. It’s always you.” Scan the code and check out this playlist to get you in the mood of the story:

A man that does not wish to have you is an idiot. While my mind plays all my fantasies about you, I doze off to sleep.

I turned to Mary, feeling a surge of warmth in my chest as I admired the way her eyes sparkled in the soft starlight. "You know, Mary," I began, my voice soft and contemplative, "I've always dreamt of traveling the world, exploring new cultures and experiencing life to the fullest. What about you? What are your dreams for the future?" Mary's gaze turned thoughtful, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on my hand. "I've always been drawn to the idea of creating a haven for those in need, a sanctuary where people can heal and find solace. It's a dream I've carried with me for as long as I can remember."

Then, as usual, I did my night routines. When I hopped into my bed, I prayed fervently and lay down in bed afterwards. Then I closed my eyes, but I suddenly thought of my dream yesterday. What does that dream want to convey? Hays, maybe I got those dreams from my addiction to cell phones and too much time watching anime. I tried to sleep so I closed my eyes until I fell asleep…… THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “Kali! Guia! Run! “… “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.”

After about thirty minutes of that, I was willing to take plain ole sleep if nothing else. After a full hour of angrily tossing and turning, I give up. My head is too jumbled right now to rest. I sit up, rub the sleep from my eyes, and grab my laptop. I cracked it open, opened G****e, and typed “what do my dreams mean” into the search bar. Cool, only a million and a half results, all telling me I was either going to die or I wasn’t getting enough Vitamin D. That wasn't foreboding or anything.

the doctor said with surprise. “It feels like forever,” I moaned. “In the beginning, I found them exciting. Now, I just wish I could move further with them, or dream of something else. It’s like ‘Groundhog Day’ nightly.” The good doctor surprised me with, “Are you currently dating?” “Are you insinuating that I’m fantasizing about this hunk because I lack a boyfriend?” I asked, indignantly. “The mind is a complex thing. I’m simply looking for a direction in which to search for the reason behind your dreams,” she explained. “I don’t understand why you waited so long to mention them.”

With this realization, you may want to take your dreams a little more seriously and not do anything that you might regret in your waking life. Just food for thought my dear reader… So once again, I say fare thee well to you. This is the Supernatural Spa’s Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you will come back soon. Good night and I hope I can join you in your dreams.

I couldn't sleep, and sometimes, I couldn't even breathe. The worst part was the daydreaming. Every now and then, I fantasized about Ethan getting distracted and me going to have a drink. The desire was so intense that I dreamed about it. I saw myself with a bottle in hand, drinking every last drop, savoring that poison. Suddenly, I would wake up with a dry mouth from desire and covered in shame, realizing where my thoughts had taken me.

"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?"

“I’m fine, David. Just didn’t get much sleep, that’s all.” “You’ve been saying that a lot lately,” he pointed out, crossing his arms. “Maybe you should take a day off, get some rest. We can handle things here for a bit.” “I appreciate the concern,” I replied, offering him a small smile, “but I’m fine. Really. There’s too much to do.” The truth was, even if I did take a day off, rest wouldn’t come easily. The dreams had a hold on me now, digging into my subconscious and refusing to let go.