Dreamers Poem Novels & Stories

“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

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

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.”

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

I whispered and dug my hand into my hair to the back. "What!" "That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I mean, I just asked, I didn't mean to heard yes. I felt all was just a dream. 'Why Arnold, y?' I kept uttering that in tears. He had no answer for me. I thought I have it all already, the happiness I have been longing for. I thought I have it all already, the man I dreamt of having. I thought I have it all already, the love! the care! I dreamt of. I thought I have it all already, the man, who will finally accept me for me –Gosh! I have only being dreaming, I have been dreaming all along. If you were the one, will you be with the man that causes you nothing but pains? The one who drown you

I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know." As the dream slowly faded, I began to stir from my slumber, my heart still racing with the intensity of the dream. Though I was trapped in the cage, unable to speak, I held onto the hope that somehow, my dreams would find a way to reach Dante and warn him of the impending danger that threatened us both. The moon goddess had seen my dreams, and I prayed that she would guide me through this darkness, leading us towards a brighter future.

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.