Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

"Antonette, wake up! It's already noon!" James said as he shook Antonette's sleeping body. Antonette's handsome and hot best friend, James Daniel Sarrosa, is the one she secretly admires. Yes, she has feelings for her best friend. Doesn't that sound cliche? But that is the truth. Antonette has been secretly in love with James for quite some time. And she doesn't know if James is naturally dense or if he is aware of her feelings but chooses to ignore them. Because, in reality, she's been sending him signals and signs, but her friend doesn't seem to notice. It's driving her crazy, and her patience is running out. "Hey! Come on; we're going to be late!" James yelled angrily as he continued to s

Dream said and started to tell her mom stories about school which Yara didn't understand fully because Kenzo continuously fondle her body. "Sweety, it's past your sleeping time, you should sleep now." Yara said after an hour of talking to her niece and an hour of torture with Kenzo's playfulness. "Ok, mom, where's dad?" Dream asked. "I'm here, kitten." Kenzo said. "Night Dad, night Mom. Love you both." Dream said. "We love you too, kitten. Sleep tight." Kenzo said and hurriedly ended the call. "Shall we continue?" Kenzo asked smiling naughtily. "You and your dirty hands!" Yara said and hit Kenzo with the pillow. Kenzo laughed and catches Yara's hands then laid her on the bed. "I can't stop m

Damien told me once how to enter someone’s dreams, it was the day that I was pestering him with questions after he proved he was a demon by entering my own dreams and showing what he had done to Bradley and his friends. He said to focus on the person whose dreams you’re trying to enter and imagine that you were in their head.

Weeks passed since Jette decided to turn the haunting nightmare into a narrative of empowerment. The pages of her journal filled with words that flowed like a river, carrying away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. Drew, ever-supportive, stood by her side, offering encouragement and sharing in the cathartic journey of transformation. As the days turned into months, the once-daunting shadows of the dream became mere echoes in the background of their lives. Jette and Drew found solace in each other's company, their bond fortified by the shared experience of navigating the intricacies of dreams and emotions.

Here goes nothing. "Remember my story? the one I'm currently writing?" I began, he nodded but kept silent, urging me to go on. "Well last night I dreamed about... me being inside my story." I paused for a moment as our pancakes were served. "It felt surreal Xander, I mean meeting my own characters… how cool is that?" He looked at me and sighed, "Kaia, you're too focused on your story I mean, even in your sleep? that's too much."

“Declan!” It was happening again, that terrible nightmare that she couldn't escape from, that came to haunt her when she least expected it. Gemma tossed restlessly about in the bed, tears streaming down her face. There were her parents, laughing together, the sun was shining down on them brightly as the three of them drove down to the coast for the day.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

Her eyelids grew heavy, and with every blink, the weight of the day seemed to drift away. In her slumber, she allowed her mind to wander through the world of dreams. Moments of their journey together danced in her subconscious, intertwining with her hopes and uncertainties. She dreamt of times when their laughter had flowed freely, of conversations that had revealed the secrecy of their hearts, and the gradual blossoming of a connection she hadn't anticipated.

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.