Dream Feelings Novels & Stories

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She realized that she couldn't remember what Raymond looked like anymore. She realized that all the emotions that once tormented her day and night had gradually become insignificant in her memory. She also realized that, despite having loved someone so much in the past, the person would be reduced to nothing more than a somewhat unfamiliar name when she thought about him years later. The seven years of heart-wrenching pain and suffering in the past were completely worthless after all. Melanie laughed by herself for a long time. When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her do

The council murmured, their attention fixed on the subtle aurora-like glow threading through the chamber. --- Global Dreamscape — Sophia’s Perspective Sophia moved through dreamscapes made of fragments: sunlight on ocean waves, the scent of pine forests after rain, the laughter of children she had never met, the sighs of lovers in hidden rooms. Each memory, each feeling, became a note in the symphony. She felt the fears too: isolation in a Mumbai slum, grief in a Parisian apartment, rage in a Chicago street. They surged toward her, raw and unfiltered. Yet even these chaotic threads, when touched by the resonance, softened, integrated, transformed into understanding.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

Dead silence haunts the room. "What the fùck do you have to say about that, Damien!" Guilty. I'm guilty of having sèx dreams about Dani. It's been happening a lot lately and I don't know how to stop it. I'm not even sure I want to stop it. They feel so real and raw and passionate. But I feel awful for Vanessa. I didn't know that my sèx dreams were loud.

She had been unable to leave her bed, unable to face the world outside, and her weariness had pulled her into a restless slumber. As she slept, her dreams twisted into a chaotic and unsettling landscape. Flashes of their heated argument with Chase and the emotional pain it had caused her played in her mind like a relentless storm. Her heart ached with every sharp word he had spoken, and the feeling of betrayal tore at her from within. Suddenly, her dreams took a darker turn, and Jada's peaceful slumber was shattered. She started to experience intense flashes in her mind, vivid and disorienting. Memories and emotions swirled, and she couldn't distinguish between past and present.

Their last night in this warm and beautiful country was showered with heavy rain. The windows sounded with the rain hitting the glass but if the curtain were tightly closed, no sounds could enter the room. Lying on the bed together, Davi smoothly moved towards Liam, cuddling, looking for something warm. His breathing was even and it was obvious he was sleeping well. However, Liam was not able to sleep well. Lately, he had been dreaming of things that were not so clear. He can see blood but can never see the person that owns that blood. He can hear a sobbing but can never identify the owner of the voice.

The most harrowing part is that I am unable to escape this torment, even in the safety of my dreams. Upon waking up, I am immediately confronted with a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that seems to follow me relentlessly throughout the day. It's as if the haunting presence of my nightmares refuses to let go, leaving me constantly on edge and hyperaware of my surroundings. Every creak and whisper sends me into a state of heightened alertness, bordering on paranoia. Trust becomes a luxury I can't afford, and I find myself unable to let my guard down even for a single moment. The intensity of these dreams is so overwhelming that I often wake up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest, and