Dream Me Novels & Stories

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.

I hope not brother. I already miss you brother. And I hope you take good care of yourself always. In my dreams, you are always leaving me and you are being lost I am so scared. But as what you've said, it is just a dream. This is the world where you have the ability to fight. Miss you brother. And I already closed my loptop. And I dived into my bed and Dex entered the room. She is trying to make sure if I am just alright. WARNING:

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

“I’m less scared when you’re here. That’s the honest truth.” Something in my chest softened quietly. “You’re scared?” “Yes.” He said simply. No performance in it. He pulled me back to the bed and we sat facing each other, close enough that our knees almost touched. “Tell me.” I said. He exhaled. “I’ve been having dreams. The same one, more than once. It’s been keeping me out of myself.” A dream that would put someone in that state? “What kind of dream?” I asked. “A woman. I can’t see her face. Just her outline. Her voice.” He turned the information over like he was still trying to make sense of it himself. “She told me if I want to know who she is, I should ask my father.”

I was eager for slumber to rescue me from the madness. It wasn’t long before Marc entered my dreams. He tried to talk reason with me while sticking to his ludicrous story, but I forcefully pushed him away. For the first time since the dreaming began, I was in control enough to say, “no more”. Marc’s face reflected his sadness and worry as he faded away. I wondered why it took me so long to discover I had this power while my mind drifted off into the wells of oblivion.

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

“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

I sat down in the bench and closed my eyes while feeling the cold wind. Hade…Dark Hades…its Christmas today. I dreamt last night that I was with you. You were here with me in that dream. We were so happy and peaceful. We were so in love in that dream. I was so happy. You were so happy. You kissed me in that dream and you whispered ‘I love you’ to me. I wanna stay in that dream forever but I wake up with my tears on my eyes. My dream was so happy but why do I woke up with tears in my eyes?

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).