Romans & histoires Dear Dreams

"Unless it wasn't a dream. Not really." "What do you mean?" Dez asked. This was so perplexing. After all he was told he would never dream again when his new life began. He hadn't had any dreams in more than five hundred years. But about two and a half years ago he heard screaming and smelled smoke while he was sleeping. That’s when it all started. The need for more. More what? He did not know. Then the dreams came in flashes. A young woman crying, her eyes were the most vivid part of his dreams. Her bright green eyes were so sad then. He felt something and he didn’t know what it was. As the dreams became clearer that feeling became stronger. A powerful emotion that he had never felt before.

Princess Deze. Another wonderful dream from Father I raise my hands. "I'm already doing it, you can actually stop now" I say to the heavens. Father have been sending fairies to plant dreams about Princess Deze for months now. Stubbornly I held out for months now deceiving myself that I can refuse his will but right now I will do anything to stop having these dreams. They leave me mentally exhausted and vulnerable. I've met Princess Deze several times in the past, I'm not blind so I can admit that she is probably the most physically beautiful female I have ever seen. Yet I feel no connection or attraction to her.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

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.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

CLICK. CLACK. The siren alarm blared through the long hallways, its echo weaving into every corner of the dorm. Dee’s eyes shot open. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounding, her thoughts still tangled in the dream — him and those crimson eyes. She let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Thank goodness… it was only a dream,” she whispered. “Dream?” Dee yelped. Linette’s face was suddenly hovering right above her.