Dream Stories Novels & Stories

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

He froze, then looked down at his own feet. As if suddenly understanding, he took half a step back and scratched his head. “Oh... right. “I just wanted to learn how you talk.” Then he leaned his head forward again. “That way Victor won’t keep scolding me, saying I can’t even speak properly.” When he said it, there was no resentment in his eyes, only a little hurt. Like a puppy that had been kicked and still did not know what it had done wrong. Something in my chest suddenly ached. If Victor had not kept suppressing him all these years, Miles would never have been left with no way to rise.

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 door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

My exhaustion was total but my sleep wasn’t peaceful at all. My dreams became more vivid and strange, completely overwhelming my thoughts. They weren’t just vague feelings of cold or fear. They were full of bright light, colors, and sound. I found myself standing in the same place I always dreamed of. It was a vast, open field, the ground was covered in thick white mist swirling around my bare feet. There were no trees or buildings. The only thing in the sky was a huge full moon, the moonlight was a bright silver and painfully bright. It hurt my eyes, and I had to squint.

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.

Sebastian because of an arrow, Natalie being stabbed in her stomach, Aiden's neck sliced open and Samantha being ambushed by a wolf. I wrung my hands as I looked at the trees, not ready to walk to the cliff. I knew the pack was under the threat of rogues and that a pack of rogues was threatening the pack but I didn't know that it was this bad. Was my dream trying to tell me that it was, in fact, this bad, that everyone I loved was in danger? Desperate for an answer, I slowly walked in the direction of the cliff. I desperately wanted to turn around and not get assaulted by another person dying, but I knew I had no control over these dreams.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.