Dream Face Novels & Stories

Marcus's eyes snapped open, and he sat up from the bed where he was laying, his heart racing like a jack rabbit from the vivid dream he just had. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. In the dream, he was carrying a woman out of a burning building, her body limp in his arms. He hadn't seen her face, but his emotions had been intense, driven by a deep sense of love and concern. The dream's vivid imagery still lingered, and he could almost feel the intense heat of the flames engulfing him. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering fear.

Darius I woke up in a panic state, glistening with sweat on my forehead. I let out a deep sigh as I wiped it off. “It was just a bad dream,” I mumbled quietly to myself. I sometimes have dreams that feel so real, like a distant memory. It was a dream about a young pup, presumably me, being chased in the woods. I always woke up just when the people chasing me were very close. Their faces were blurry, but I could sense their anger and hatred.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

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

It’s just that ‘high fae’ could do nearly all types of magic. Kyle was what they called a Dream Walker. He grew power from the dreaming of people around him and people he knows. As they sleep they recharge him, and he was able to use his abilities to do different things related to sleep. He could calm people into dreams if they were having nightmares, he could relax an awake person to the point where they would fall asleep. He could force someone to wake up if they were dreaming, and he could of course view dreams and nightmares of others. He could even have sway on the content of dreams - he could push the dreamer to dream about something in particular. As he grew stronger he would be able

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

Until she vanished from her sight and found herself inside the dark woods. --------- The present time Dave ran out of his breath after surviving from his long nightmare. He cupped his face and check his body. He's still normal and there's no fur all over his face. He took a sigh of relief when he realized that it's not real and he's only dreaming.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

"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"