Daydreaming Quotes Novels & Stories

“Keep dreaming, it’s free.” And I’m quickly out of that place.

Have a chocolate dream, if there's a night. Have a beautiful flowery day, If there's a day.

I was dreaming. What does this mean?

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

But in the midst of his exhaustion, a flicker of hope remained, a flame that burned brightly amidst the darkness. Darren's thoughts began to drift, his weary mind wandering into the realm of dreams. Fragments of memories intertwined with fleeting fantasies, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. The weariness that had clung to him like an unwelcome companion now served as a gateway to a world untethered by the constraints of wakefulness.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

As they met in a quaint café, Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of unburdening herself. "Dawn, I had the most peculiar dream," Zelda began, her voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "Werewolves, long tunics, and an enigmatic chalice... It all felt so vivid and haunting." Dawn leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Dreams can often hold hidden messages, Zelda," she explained gently, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "They can be windows into our subconscious, offering glimpses of untapped wisdom and guidance."

He tucked a strand of my hair behind my head and stroked my cheek as he asked me that in such a gentle voice I just stared at him in surprise before composing myself, "I..uhh...I got into a bad habit of daydreaming..and...umm...I just get so lost in my thoughts I can't see or hear anyone around me, it's like I completely lose focus of reality for a few moments " I replied, blushing slightly. He stared at me for a moment before asking "what was your nightmare about?" Still being strangely gentle.

"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" - John Lennon "Bitch" His voice echo through the empty building sending ripples bumping against my skull. My feet comes to a pause and I grab my head with both my hands each on a side. Stop. I need the voice to stop.