Dream X Fundy Novels & Stories

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

Dom was still in a safe house, and from what the captain implied, he wasn’t happy having to stay out of sight. She sighed and watched out the window. It was snowing again, and she felt as heavy as the snowflakes looked. She had tried to connect with Dominic several times in the last week, but hadn’t been able to. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t. The captain had said he had been exhausted and spent a few days resting more than anything, but now he was working the case with them. Did he have her blocked again? She was wishing she had asked him more questions on this thing that they were able to do. It wasn’t as if she could just search for it on the internet. What would she search? C

she encouraged. In the dream, Damien began, he and Brenda stood on a windswept cliff, overlooking a breathtaking vista. Their laughter filled the air as they watched their children playing in the distance, their smiles mirroring their own. They were surrounded by a sense of deep contentment, a life built on shared dreams and unwavering support.

“How did you know about that? You weren’t even at the palace were you?” “Ever heard about I*******m?” Draymond frowned, waving his phone in front of Xavier. “I*******m?” Xavier shook his head. “Is that like a place in Jaime’s Woods?” “No,” Draymond sighed. “I totally forgot you are over a hundred years old. I*******m is an app, you can see anything there, pictures, videos and all.” “So I’m on I*******m?” Xavier asked. “Your video is,” Draymond said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “Come see how dumb you look.”

Because it was Saturday, Dream is not going to school, instead, she will help her grandma at their grocery store. Every Saturday and Sunday, Dream would help Emma in selling their goods. Yara and Emma have found a beautiful space for their grocery store. It was situated near offices that's why it gained customers from different fields. At first, it was only a general merchandise but because their customers wished for meals, they granted it.

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 think I’d like that, Damien. More than like.” We sat in charged silence for a moment, the rain a steady backdrop. My hand lingered near hers on the cushion. When I gave her a gentle but firm instruction—“Stay a little longer tonight. I like talking with you like this”—she settled back without question, a small, pleased smile touching her lips. Her natural responsiveness fed the dominant hunger awakening in me. As the evening deepened, our conversation drifted to dreams. Hers of building something meaningful with kids, maybe a family of her own one day.