Dreamer Island Novels & Stories

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

I leaned back into his chest and lifted my head. It was exhilarating. “Pretty cool, right? Growing up, my father had a sailboat. We used to sail off the coast of Martha’s vineyard every summer. When I was young, I used to dream about just taking off and sailing around the world.’ “That sounds magical,” I sighed. “This is pretty cool, man,” Cameron said. “Like, next level cool.” “That’s the island we’re going to,” Dillon pointed. It was a small island, with a pristine white beach. “It’s uninhabited.”

“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

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

As if choosing the wrong words could destroy everything. Then she finally spoke. “The Dreamer is beginning to wake.” ⸻ The universe shook. A distant crack echoed through existence. Far away. Yet somehow everyone heard it. The sound felt wrong. Like reality itself was breaking. Or perhaps… Like something was trying to escape. ⸻ Orion stepped forward. “What exactly is the Dreamer?” For the first time, even Orion sounded nervous. The Mother closed her eyes. “The Dreamer is not a god.” “The Dreamer is not a ruler.”

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

“The island has only two inhabitants, Katia, and Aza. Uranus has allowed the magic that lets them live as two separate entities. The island is always changing to whatever Katia wants. It is like it reads her mind. There is a mountain, lake, beach, forest, fields, and whatever should be living all together but is. If she wants a garden, then everything appears for her to have a garden. If she wants lobster for dinner, then the lobster will be in the fridge. She mentioned one of the times I was there that she would like to have a tree house and the last time I was there she had a luxurious tree house. Katia refers to it as her and Aza’s vacation home.” Dalia said dreamily, “Where could I get o

Lily said, "Something like that." I stopped walking and said, "You are joking right?" Lily said, "I do not joke." I looked at her. She was serious. I said, "Okay explain." Lily began to explain, “Dreamwalkers use mana to access another world. Let’s call that world the dream world. Every living thing’s dreams manifest there, I mean the good ones, bad ones, nightmares, everything. A dreamwalker’s job is to patrol that world, make sure nothing crosses over into reality and causes problems. But when a dreamwalker sleeps, they can unconsciously open a gateway. If they’re having nightmares… that gateway stays open. And things come through.”

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"