Daydreaming Quotes Novels & Stories

Shutting it with force as though it was the memories that tried to resurface. Acknowledging the fact that I was awake and couldn't go back to sleep didn't help me in any way. This dreams had stopped I wonder why I still have it. It seems my day has started, I changed into my running clothes I might as well make the most from this. Sighing at my bed with longing I walked out of the room. I needed coffee to be awake and go for a run, my day won't turn out great if I don't burn out this emotions. I stared at the coffee maker, wishing it could make the coffee by itself. Feeling lazy to do anything I decided to skip the task of.preparing and go for the run, I could stop at the coffee shop to hav

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"

I dropped onto my bed and brought out my phone, ready to call up a private investigator. . . . (Next day: morning.) Vera's P. O. V ' Sleep doesn't help, if it's your soul that's tired.' I read that quote somewhere and I can say it has stuck to me ever since. I find it hard to believe when people say they'll sleep over their problems and they'll be fine. Sleeping doesn't solve anything, whether we like it or not. The problems will still be there, might get even worse if you're not careful.

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

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:

(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

“You never knew how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.“ Dreaming something big is not sin right?, Closing my eyes trying to distract myself from the pain, in my heart, I dream about a beautiful house, a loving family, and seeing myself as a businesswoman. What else I can dream.

Me “Goodnight jack asses. Tell me when you plan something. Love y’all” I turn my alarm on and fall asleep. I don’t have to tell you who I dream about. Damn it all to hell.

Diane woke up clutching her head, she didn't remember being able to lie on the bed with a warm blanket wrapped around her— she knew she woke up in the middle of the night and she was very thirsty and went downstairs to get some water when swallowing painkiller— feeling she fell asleep on the dining chair— but why is she lying here— is she just dreaming, is her husband... shaking her head she's probably just dreaming... removing the blanket on her body, Diane stood up to get a drink of water trying to hold back the dizziness in her head, headed to the kitchen, Diane Sitting while sipping a glass of water, she wondered if her husband had left, if he had left, because his morning habit was to m

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.