Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

I really did know how to make embarrassment my twin by any means necessary and I wondered if he would kiss me now or kiss me later in my sleep and maybe go further, which ever works. He could and I wouldn't stop him, his lips will graze mine and I will have to confess that I haven't done this before and he would teach me how to kiss him back and then, I would ask if it's okay to call him daddy like in that book and we would get married and live happily ever after with no war and unrest between our kingdoms. "What are you daydreaming about this time?" He rolled his eyes. "How I would kill you." I spat glaring at him despising that I was an open book to be read and he knew when I was day dream

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The world was replaced with one that I had created, or had paid an engineer to create at least. I was in my meadow, like the ones that I had seen in the movies of old. The grass swayed from side to side with a wind that was so real I could almost feel it. There were times that I could even trick myself into feeling it, and with the boost on my side tonight I was sure I could probably do just that. There was a river that ran about a hundred yards from me, and beyond that was the darkness of space, but filled with an infinite amount stars. It wasn't night time, but just over the horizon my dream world ended and the emptiness of space began.

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.

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 nodded as some of it was poured in glasses for each of us. I greedily lapped mine up and my glass was quickly re-filled. I told them the full story, leaving out certain unnecessary parts. By the time I was done speaking, I was tired --- worn out, more like. I kept trying to stifle my yawn which, by the way was rude, but they caught on and I was led to the guest room where, as my head hit the soft pillows, I drifted off fast to sleep. The next day

When she didn’t move to start anything, I had to take my mind off of it, so I decided to ask her about the dreams. “How do you think of the stories you write?” “I dream them. Most of them start with a dream, and I do the rest. I just write the dream out, and if it seems like part of a story, then I build it around the dream and make it longer. Most of my stories are pretty short. This particular story I haven’t written a bit of. I’ve been having these vivid dreams for about eight months now. They started a couple of months before I met you. Then they just started taking over my life. I stopped having them for a little while, but then they returned with a vengeance.”

*** D A R E K Dreams. I keep having dreams of her. Continues dreams. Some are too vivid and make me believe that she's actually there and some are too vague. So vague that I want to figure them out. It was like all the dreams were telling me a story. I don't know what kind of story because they were all jumbled up. The first one I had was more like a nightmare because it was memory. The last memory I had of her.