Daydreaming Quotes Novels & Stories

I can't really believe that the things that I've been dreaming about for eleven years are happening right now. If I am dreaming right now, oh please. Don't wake me up. I don't want to wake up. --

Marie Have you ever heard that ridiculous saying that delusional people share on their F******k, no offence, the one that goes something like the reason you can't fall asleep is because you're awake in someone else's dream. That quote. I can't believe people actually believe that. But then again sometimes, when I'm wide awake in the middle of the night, what if that's true, and if so who could possibly be dreaming about me? Is it the love of my life or a complete stranger? Is it my mom or my enemy. We can't control our dreams is what people often say, then why is it that most of our dreams revolve around the people we care about the most or the least?

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.'

"I'm pretty sure that's not canon." "Whatever. My point is, you're allowed to struggle sometimes. And when you do, I'm here. Jake's here too." "I know. And I love you guys for it." "Good. Now stop overthinking everything and get some sleep. Tomorrow's a new day." "Is that your profound wisdom for the night?" I teased. "Hey, I'm trying to be supportive here!" Emilia laughed. "What do you want, Shakespeare?" "'To sleep, perchance to dream,'" I quoted dramatically.

I hear far off from somewhere outside of the fantasy world my mind has gone to. “Damitri. Hello earth to Damitri” I hear Dante say now being pulled out of my new wet dream. “Huh, what” I say with a dazed shack of my head. “Dude, I don’t know what the fuck you were just thinking about, and I can only imagen what sick shit your mind conjured up but you’ve been breathing like a fucking dog in heat” Dante says with a slight grin and a raised brow.

“What’s the point of asking that? I’m here to talk about my nightmares, not about her.” The therapist smiled, trying to ease the tension. “Mr. Spencer, I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, ‘What you think about during the day influences what you dream about at night.’ The more you think about something, the stronger it affects your emotions, and in turn, your dreams.”

The memories of the theme park, both real and imagined, intertwined in his thoughts, creating a tapestry of joy and longing that filled him with a sense of gratitude for the experiences he had shared with his family. Throughout the day, snippets of his dream flitted through Theo's mind like wisps of a fading dream, each scene and sensation etched in his memory with a clarity that blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. He found himself daydreaming, lost in reverie as he recalled the laughter, the thrills, and the magic of the theme park that had captured his imagination and touched his soul.

Jeez, can't I sleep like a queen at least once? My frustration shoots higher as I fight the urge of drifting from oblivion when I need it the most. I'm unsure whether I'm dreaming or not when I feel someone shaking me gently. Oh, damn . . . I want to scream but I'm too lazy to even dare. For once I wish it's a dream and not reality. If I'm not dreaming then it can only be one person. "Sam, please, let me sleep just one more minute." I snuggle as she continues shaking me slightly. "Ugh, I feel drowsy; can't I just sleep the whole day?"

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"Please, do not brag your medical knowledge to me. We are not medical experts; we are corporate managers, for your information. And yeah, I noticed that I am sleeping deeply and soundly every night, but I always wake up tired. I guess that is the reason why I always felt sleepy everywhere, and fall sleep anytime and everywhere. And I keep dreaming about bizarre things, but I end forgetting most of the details of my dreams when I wake up. So I do not have the chance to write them in a notebook to avoid forgetting them. The dreams are like the ones in a movie. It seems fragmented but connected. I tried consulting a