Dream Com Novels & Stories

Cassandra POV: What the hell did I just dream of last night? It was so weird. I opened my eyes and realized that it was already morning. I, Cassandra Moore, had never once made love with any man after breaking up with Riccardo Xavier. But last night, I dreamt about having some steamy intimate activity with someone that looked just like him. That was funny! I must be really craving to have sex that I ended up having such a filthy dream.

he asked. "Um, yeah…" she replied, flustered, but recovering quickly. "I dreamed I was falling. Which sucks on a plane. How much longer, do you think?" "Dunno, coupla hours I'm guessing. Are you ok?" he asked. She felt as though he could see into her thoughts, and the idea caused her to blush. "Um, I'm fine, just a little…disoriented. Why? Was I talking in my sleep?" Please, God, no!

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

Once everyone was asleep,then Navi again went to Hardeep's room and this time she became bold and kissed him on his chest and lips and ran out of the room before Hardeep could open his eyes but he knew it was a dream. Next day was a D day, a day full of blessings and happiness. Everyone was busy guests were coming from far and near, Harjot was treated like a princess and Navi was made to sit with her as Navi getting overexcited was running from one side to another to finish off the chores but that was not so done with Sukh and Radha around now even her mom was there.

I nod and he smiles cheekily, so much like his normal self that I find myself relaxing, thankfully and I shove at his chest, gesturing to my face and clothes "But I'm not dressing up like this again, my feet are killing me." "Good." He belly laughs, dropping his arm lazily around my shoulders. "You'd be far too easy to beat at training in a skimpy dress and heels." ~*~ I wake up with a smile on my face, the feelings of love and contentment still with me after such a pleasant dream, I don't even question what my subconscious is doing by confusing Cain and Coal in my dream and putting Darius in there too, clearly I'm projecting my desire for my dream man onto his real life scary doppelganger a

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

I finished up, washed up, had dinner, and went to bed later on. I woke up tired, I had a strange dream of having sex with my neighbor. It felt weird having such dreams. I took my bath, had breakfast and dashed to work. Work is stressful, it went down from holding a team meeting to presenting a proposal to the board. Then having a meeting with the Strategy and planning team. We took a break, I can’t wait to go back to my apartment.

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.