Daydreaming Stories Novels & Stories

Sandra traced the edges of one photo, the image capturing the essence of their dreams, as if the lens had frozen a moment of shared aspiration. In the room, shadows danced along the walls, painting a vivid tableau of two young souls fueled by wanderlust and the unbridled joy of companionship. Sandra's stories unraveled like a cherished tapestry, weaving through the fabric of time, each memory etched into the very air they breathed. As Sandra spoke, the room became a vessel of shared dreams—a place where the world seemed both expansive and conquerable. The laughter of their youth lingered, painting the room with the hues of friendship and the indomitable spirit of two kindred spirits bound by

After about thirty minutes of that, I was willing to take plain ole sleep if nothing else. After a full hour of angrily tossing and turning, I give up. My head is too jumbled right now to rest. I sit up, rub the sleep from my eyes, and grab my laptop. I cracked it open, opened G****e, and typed “what do my dreams mean” into the search bar. Cool, only a million and a half results, all telling me I was either going to die or I wasn’t getting enough Vitamin D. That wasn't foreboding or anything.

My pen trembled as I handed in my assignment. The pages felt heavy with my secret thoughts. I'd poured my deepest desires into that story – clear pictures of the heat inside me when I watched my friends in their soft dresses, or saw them in the showers, their bodies wet and shiny. I was nineteen, a tomboy, but I hungered for lace and curves. I'd never acted on it. Until now.

"Alex..." "I was wrong," I cut her off, standing abruptly. The admission tasted like poison, but it needed to be said. "I was desperate and grieving and I saw what I wanted to see instead of what was actually there. You're Daisy, Adrian's betrothed, and I should never have brought you here." "But the dreams," she said, standing as well. "The things you've told me, they match what I see in my sleep..." "Dreams aren't memories," I said flatly. "They're just your mind trying to make sense of fragments and suggestions. I planted ideas in your head with my stories, and your subconscious built dreams around them. That's all."

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"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."

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.