Dream About Kissing Someone Novels & Stories

To the kiss. It felt like relief. That’s what scares me the most. By evening, Rue calls. “You sound like crap,” she says after two seconds. “I’m fine.” “That wasn’t convincing.” Maybe talking about it will bring some kind of relief. I sigh. “I had a dream.” “Oh,” she says immediately. “One of those?” “Yes.” “With who? Iv—” “…Yes.” She hums knowingly. “What happened in the dream?” I hesitate. “He kissed me.”

"We kissed, Sloane. Like… full-on. Tongue. Everything." My breath catches. And not in the swoony romantic comedy way. More like I just swallowed a bug. It would have been great news to hear that I finally kissed Finn, even though it’s in a dream, but I can see his face. He looks like a teacher explaining a science experiment. Or, worse, what my father looked like giving the birds and bees talk. "That’s a very unusual dream," I say. "I know, right? I said the same thing. Imagine the two of us kissing.”

I love getting lost in his eyes, in his lips, in everything of him. “I want you to kiss me, right now.” He tucks a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. He does this often and it makes me melt. “So bossy.” He drops a kiss on my lips and I drown in him. “You know you like it.” I pull my head away to glance at his handsome face before catching his lips again. “Only because it’s you,” he says in mumbles between our mouths crushing one another. This same scenario has been recurring in my dreams for the past days. But it always gets cut off right before our lips meet.

How pathetic. I tried not to remember how it felt to get kissed in that dream of mine. For some reason no matter how hard I tried to remember, I didn’t know who was kissing me in that dream. It was someone I knew yet I couldn’t remember them at all. My heart felt so warm and so painful at the same time. It was a confusing feeling. Why… Why do I want to kiss that person in my dream so badly? Why does it feel like we kissed before many times? Why do I miss them so much?

Even as I tended to the flowers in my garden, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It still felt like a dream. The kiss Alexander and I shared felt surreal. His lips on mine was the most beautiful thing I had ever felt. He was gentle, nibbling carefully on my lower lips. I had always imagined Alexander returning my feelings and confessing them to me, but never did I think it would become a dream come true.

he said. Emily simply raised her eyebrows at him. "Now I am going to claim you as mine," he said. Before she could think of anything else he placed his lips on hers. Emily woke up startled as she heard her phone ringing. "What the hell. Uhh. Why do I get these dreams so often? Why the hell can't I just erase it from my memory." Emily groaned sitting up in her bed.. After reaching the apartment, she had lied down for a nap. And the bloody kiss dream appeared again out of blue again.

Seeing this, David grabbed her hands, turning her to face him as he firmly held her face. "Dream or not, I hope you remember this tomorrow." Before Emma could react, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. She stood frozen, eyes wide open, unable to move. She could taste the remnants of beer on her lips, and the kiss felt intoxicating enough to make him drunk. At that moment, Emma closed her eyes, savoring the kiss, believing this truly was a dream. It had to be—only in a dream could she meet him again. Only in a dream would he kiss her like this.

I find myself kissing him in my dreams. The image of Victor Choi, his lips gliding down to meet hers, lingered in her mind, a vivid replay that danced through her thoughts night after night. How he moved—so effortlessly, so masterfully—was a mesmerizing enchantment she couldn't shake. Each gentle brush of his lips against hers in her imagination sent tingles down her spine, a sweet torture that left her craving more.

Our lips met, and it was as if a flood of emotions surged through me – relief, joy, longing, and a sense of unity that defied the circumstances. My eyes closed, and I lost myself in the kiss, pouring all my feelings into it. His lips were warm, and I could feel his shallow breaths against my skin. It was a bittersweet taste of life's uncertainties and the power of connection. As the kiss deepened, I realized that this wasn't just about Kelvin waking up from a coma. It was about us – about how our lives had intertwined in ways I couldn't have predicted, how our hearts had connected amidst chaos and pain, and how, at that moment, I was sharing my feelings in the most profound way possible.

Seeing me relaxed he smirked at me and asked," Did you see any bad dream?" He curtailed kneading his back of the neck and grinned viciously, "Did I kiss you in your dream?" My eyes went wide, how does he know? "You are shocked, it means that I kissed you in your dreams," He grinned again. I covered my lips with my both palms, how to trust him, he is psycho, he can do anything with me. He laughed out audible and freely at my state. He was looking adorable, for a second I fell from him.