Dream Face Novels & Stories

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth as the distorted vision gripped me. It was hazy and fragmented, like a memory seen through broken glass, but the faces were unmistakable. Alpha Orion. Rmonica. Their lifeless eyes stared back at me, their bodies mangled and torn beyond recognition. The fear was overwhelming, paralyzing me as the fragments of the nightmare tore through me with merciless precision. My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the fabric of my sweater. The overwhelming sense of helplessness from the dream surged

A gust of wind blew the bedroom curtains open, and a ray of light shone in. Duke slowly opened his sleepy eyes and saw a beautiful face. He could see the vague outline of the woman’s face through the faint light. Even so, the blurred facial features surprised him. ‘This woman… ‘She’s the woman from five years ago… ‘I’m dreaming!’ Duke knew that he was dreaming, but he could not move his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman’s face. Even so, he still could not see her clearly. He leaned over and got closer, little by little. He was finally able to see the woman clearly.

Harper nodded. “Wait here. I’ll call the witch. She can interpret your dream.” And then Damon was out of the room. Harper was alone again, with the vague memory of a nightmare. She held her face on both her hands. It felt real.. so real that she still feels like she’s at the bottom of the pond as of the moment. Everything about that was… it was surreal. But that wasn’t what mystified her. What did was the man. It had no face. So she couldn’t tell who it was.

It was a very pretty face, yes, but it was much more than that. Leaning forward, I linked my palms together, staring pointedly at the therapist. “Do you know what’s so mysterious about this face I keep seeing?” Andrea shook her head, her face squeezing into focus. “Tell me.” “It’s the fact that every single time I wake up from these dreams invaded by that face,” I continued, feeling a bit agitated, “I discover tears in my eyes.” I paused, looking at the therapist for some kind of quick explanation. “Isn’t that strange?”

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

I suddenly opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The tent was quiet, sunlight softly filtering through the fabric. “Oh my God… it was just a dream,” I sighed, relief crashing over me. But the images lingered Liam’s intense eyes, his hands on me, the way my body had betrayed me so completely. Who on earth has dreams like that about their friend? About their complicated, once-best-friend-turned-enemy? I felt deeply embarrassed, almost horrified. It was like a twisted horror movie playing in my subconscious.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

A painful scream echoed throughout the forest. Tara jolts awake, drenched in sweat and a pounding headache. she frequently wakes up with the same question, every time she has this dream. ‘Why does it feel so real.’ Tara closed her eyes as a lone tear rolled down her rosey cheek, that dream is frequent lately and it terrifies her.