Dream George Novels & Stories

He was standing by the door with his mouth hanging low. “You said you wanted to see him, so this was what...” George felt like he had bees in his head, and they were going to explode. “I-I can’t believe this. I am dreaming, right? You guys weren’t kissing, right? You just had something in your eyes, and he was trying to blow it out for you.” George muttered, refusing to accept the truth when his brain already knew it.

Melina's pov: I woke up in the middle of the night feeling sweaty and upset because of a nightmare I had. In my dream I saw George dressed as a groom waiting for me in the sanctuary of a church while I was walking slowly down the aisle dressed in a wedding dress. When I approached him I realized that instead of George it was another man who was waiting for me. The same man from my memories, the same man that probably made a scene yesterday night. He was looking at me with a wide smile when he gave me his hand. I reciprocated his smile, took his hand and together we headed to the priest who stood in front of the sanctuary waiting for us.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Doctor George has been my doctor for the last three years, he was my therapist and has been helpful. “How do you feel today Kimberly? You don’t have a check-up today, why the sudden visit?” Doctor George is a very nice young doctor and he was very patient and gentle to his patients, well we paid him to do that. “I had a nightmare again after one year, Doctor George, it was so scary, I cried so hard, it felt so real. I barely had a night's rest yesterday.” I was ranting about how I felt and all he did was blink multiple times at me.

Ole said and sat in the place where dreams surrounds. "Good. Just watch my body. Make sure to not do anything that will give some headaches? Okay?" Georgia asked. "Yes. I will." With that, Georgia walked to the hologram. She picked a new dream. She tapped the hologram and smiled, "Ole please pray for me—." Her body fall suddenly. "Ah!" Ole caught her body. "I will." She whispered. [ To be continued... ]

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.

and then fell on the floor as sleep swayed her like a one-month-old baby. Then she had a dream where she saw two monsters chasing her. She galloped until she saw George who smiled at her then she swiftly ran to his embrace but she was stopped by her bestie, as she pushed her towards the direction of the monsters whose howling could make goosebumps pop out on one’s body. Then she screamed out as she woke up. She rubbed her eyes gently but unexplainable tears began to flow out from it. She knew that it was a terrible dream but what it means was what she couldn’t explain and as of the last time she checked, George loved her very much. So, he wouldn’t watch any evil happen to her.

Mable Bell assured me. When I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel grateful. After I discovered who Abbi Miller truly was, I was lucky to have a friend like Mable Bell. With this thought in mind, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Unfortunately, it was plagued by nightmares. My dreams were all about running for my life. At first, it seemed that George was still running away with me, but George also disappeared when it was dawn. I was eventually left alone. As soon as I woke up, I realized I was crying.

The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the twins. George turned to her then, eyes sharp and searching. “What’s going on, Thalia?” he asked, his voice low and controlled. She shook her head. “I…I had a dream.” she trembled as her lips parted. George’s brows knit together. “A dream?” “Yes,” she whispered. “A dream that Franklin found out, the twins were his.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Shame and terror swirled in her chest. George stepped closer, his hands cupping her arms. His grip wasn’t harsh—just steady enough to calm her. His gaze bore into hers, as though he was trying to pull the rest of the truth from her trembling lips.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh