Daydreaming Quotes Novels & Stories

As I think back to yesterday, I note it was such a strange day, that I had a hard time sleeping all last night. That is really saying something, considering every day for me is stranger than for most. If I stop to really think about it, I might go insane just by all the nightmarish fueled images that run through my head. Some days I just wish that this had never happened. Others, I look forward to the moment when I get to lop off “her” head. While shrugging my shoulders, I murmur under my breath, “Maybe today will be a good day, who knows?”

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

Arata said. Darrion frowned. “There’s no such things as afternoon dreaming. There’s only daydreaming.” Arata shook his head. “Nu-uh. Dusk-dreaming then. I was telling Jai about a good performance and some donuts, and you ignored me and dusk dreaming. That’s rude.” Darrion made a face of copying Arata talking. His reaction made Arata had a vein popping on his head. “You!” The blonde only smirked.

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.

Maybe I could start over, rebuild, and find happiness again. But for now, I would take it one step at a time. As we finished our tea, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—movies, books, and Sophie’s latest escapades at work. She was a natural storyteller, weaving tales that had me laughing until my sides hurt. “I swear, Lila, my boss has this ridiculous obsession with motivational quotes. Today, he walked into the office and said, ‘Dreams don’t work unless you do.’ And I’m like, sir, can I dream of a raise while working myself to the bone?” Sophie rolled her eyes dramatically, making me giggle.

The ride home was rather silent and no one tried breaking the stillness. After the tiring day, Mayra was exhausted and just wanted to take a good night's sleep without any hurdle. She opened her cell phone and began using social media to distract herself. She was trying her best to not think about today’s incident but was failing miserably. She scrolled on her feed and found a quote saying – You deserve someone who would love you every single day. Not when it’s convenient for them.

He is so handsome and witty. I smiled, remembering that particular day, I was so excited to be with her that I went the extra mile by impressing her with jokes. I thought I had goofed, not knowing I had made quite an impression on her. I smiled to myself as I perched on the edge of the bed and continued reading. JUNE 10th

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.

I guess I fall asleep because everything becomes dark, except I am also holding my phone in my dreams. I think that since I couldn't call him even once when I was sober, I should try calling him in my dreams. So I dial his number, expecting him to answer my call at 2 am because it's a dream. Everything is possible in a dream. "Hello." his very sleepy voice says. I didn't know my imagination could go that far as to imagine his voice when he's sleepy. Damn it, I am a genius. And he's hot. "Would you-"

I often fantasized about suddenly becoming rich and living an easy, carefree life. But in reality, I was one step away from getting fired. After paying rent, every cent had to be accounted for. It was time I stopped daydreaming so much. Besides, he had already taken someone else's number when we were at the dessert shop that day. Life would soon return to its usual rhythm, and I would find the happiness that truly belonged to me. I realized that my fascination with a younger man might be because I hadn't been around men for quite some time.