Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

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."

Elle POV. “Tell me a story” I whisper over the phone, tonight was one of the worst nights ever, I had several nightmares back to back, I woke more than once but I managed to get back to sleep, but the last one was very bad. I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness.

Memories of Dreams Wondering upstairs to look through some of her mom's stuff, hoping there was something written down about these demons and deaths. The big question was what they were looking for. Opening her wooden cabinet, Megan pulled a box out that was filled with notebooks. Her mom loved writing and would write what she had always thought were fairy tales.

I feel like she should be the princess and I look like some kind of country bumpkin. “The last decade or so I have been having very abstract dreams. After a lot time meditating and writing them down I managed to put them into a narrative and they show me stories of witches and she wolves buying coffee in a particular chain of coffee shops, that are throughout the kingdom. These women are always young, they seem intelligent, well presented, some quite affluent, then they go home, they all live alone. One they drink their coffee they pass out. A group of men enter their homes and take them away.

‘Oh yes Daddy! Stretch me please!’ Don’t you just hate when that happens? Sex dreams that wake you up all wet and frustrated, pussy throbbing, body aching for more? Well, this had become my life. Since starting college I’d been having these weird, intense sex dreams that kept getting stronger. ‘Oh yes Daddy… y…yes!’ My goodness, this was getting annoying. Couldn’t these dreams wait? I wasn’t even sleeping alone. I came for a break at my best friend’s house. Shouldn’t it wait until after the long break?

Collapsed together, breathing heavy. Morning came with rain pattering windows. We stayed in, lazy. Breakfast in bed, fruit and coffee. Talked more about the future. He wanted me to move in, leave my old life. Tempting, but fear lingered. What if family found out? Our parents gone, but ties remained.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

Come down to floor one I just caught one of those frauds" A/N:. I haven't been to an embassy before so sorry in advance if somethings I wrote here are not true it's just some of mine imagination of how I picture it. Sorry the update is coming late busy with work but since it's weekend I would try as much as I can to update. Much love PØPCØRÑ

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle