Dream Mirrors Novels & Stories

Lauren said she loved them as friends and felt very comfortable to be close to them, but she thought sex was inappropriate. Daniel had a couple of dreams in which he watched either of his best friends, or all of them together at once, having sex with Lauren. Each time he woke up with a very hard erection and decided it could be very sexy to watch either cock going back and forth in his wife's pussy. Would he really like it to happen? Maybe!

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.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

"Mira, did you ever, at any point, think something else besides the accident must have happened to me?" She dips her head slightly and the solemn look on her face is my answer. "I did. I just never knew what it could be. Recurring dreams are the mind's way of trying to reconnect and clarify an event. There's a block somewhere and sometimes people have triggers that can help. You said you saw monsters, and if we were watching anything with monsters in it, you'd start crying. I often wondered if that was your childhood mind's way of creating something to cover something else."

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

Damien - On the afternoon of Saturday, the 15th I’ve been having the same dream every night. Lola’s pinned to the wall by her ex, but they vanish just as I get there. Then I see Justine pinned to the bed being violated. And again, I’m too late to stop it. Repeatedly I fail. Still panicked, I wake drenched in sweat, but I’m in my disheveled room. The moonlight from the open window shows dim outlines of everything. I groan that it’s still dark out.

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.

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

She hated herself for crying over Derek Lincoln and was grateful when she found herself in Dreamland later in the night. In her dreams that last night of finality, she saw herself making a bed of roses in a forest of thorns.

he asked. "Um, yeah…" she replied, flustered, but recovering quickly. "I dreamed I was falling. Which sucks on a plane. How much longer, do you think?" "Dunno, coupla hours I'm guessing. Are you ok?" he asked. She felt as though he could see into her thoughts, and the idea caused her to blush. "Um, I'm fine, just a little…disoriented. Why? Was I talking in my sleep?" Please, God, no!