Dreaming By Blondie Novels & Stories

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

By the time sleep wanted you, you were too lazy to even get up and slip your PJ's on or even your Boxers, so you just slept nude. In the middle of the night you had a erotic dream about me, and in the dream I was walking into your bedroom wearing the Dark Green Bikini that you saw me in when you first caught me Sun Bathing in my own backyard. I climbed on top of your bed and started gyrating up and down while placing my Right Index finger in my mouth and my left hand all over my hair, to tease you in a sexy little strip dance. I then walked off the bed and held out my hand for you to take to which you did not hesitate to accept and led you to your bedroom chair, and in a sexy way I lightly s

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

She hoarded the dreams privately, examining them in the mornings before she was fully awake, not ready to say them out loud because saying them out loud made them real in a way that felt simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. Dante told her first. One grey November morning, half asleep, face in the pillow, he said into the mattress — "I dreamed about a little girl last night. She had your stubborn mouth and she was running toward the river and I was trying to catch her and you kept telling me she was fine." Danielle went very still. "Was she?" she said carefully. "Fine?" "She made the ridge," he said. "She was incredibly fast." "Dante." "Mm." "I've been having dreams like that."

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.

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

she muttered, vanishing into the fog that had firmed behind her. My eyes snapped open, confusion bubbling in my mind. I tried to come to the terms with the vivid dream I just had. I winced in pain, feeling a slight pinch on the inside of my palm. My eyes furrowed, looking at the mark. “I have never seen someone give their hand a dead glare,” Blair commented, laughing at me. I smiled softly at her, watching her move closer to my side. “Just had the craziest dream,” I muttered shaking my head, trying to get the thought out of my mind.

The arm around my waist tightened as he blamed himself softly, “It’s my fault. I was too busy with the party and neglected your feelings. Tell me, honey, what can I do to make you feel better?” I looked down and shook my head. “You don’t need to do anything. As long as I can see you more often, that’s enough. West, can I visit your office more often in the future? I’ve been having nightmares lately—dreaming that you leave me behind. If we could eat together, talk more… maybe it would get better.” West frowned slightly, clearly hesitant. All this time, he had deliberately avoided letting me enter his office. After all, that place hid far too many secrets he didn’t want me to know.