Dreaming Of Someone You Never Met Novels & Stories

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

I never seem to find the right man. Maybe it’s because of this dream I always have about a handsome man and two children telling me that I belong with them. I told Nora about my dreams, but she just said it must be my imagination because I couldn't possibly think that I was married and had children. To be honest, I don’t know what to believe. Sometimes it feels so real. Maybe that's why I haven’t found anyone yet. I am always comparing them to the man in my dreams. I was grateful when the company I work for asked me and Nora to come to New York to meet the new boss, because this is where my dreams play off. Maybe, just maybe, I would get a glimpse of the man in my dreams.

In her dreams, he visited her again, his voice like a soothing melody. "You're here," Diana whispered, her eyes locking onto his crimson gaze as he entered her dreamlike world. The mysterious man wore the same enigmatic smile, his presence both reassuring and elusive. He never hinted at their shared past at all and even if he did, he knew she would forget again. "I missed you," he said, his voice dripping with affection. "It feels like an eternity since we last met." Diana's heart ached at his words, longing for the connection they shared, even if it remained shrouded in mystery. She couldn't remember the depth of their bond, but it echoed in her soul, a missing puzzle piece she yearned to f

KATHARINA I’ve been dreaming lately. Intermittent at first, then frequent. Not the fragmented old, dusty memories that occasionally surface when eternity grows dull, but something else entirely. There were of a man. A man I could swear I’ve never met. Never known. Not even an idea whether he was human or something else entirely. Yet from the very beginning, I was certain of one thing— He was alive. Living. Existing somewhere beyond the boundaries of this forest, somewhere in the outside world I had long since abandoned.

But I learned how to exist again. Classes, work, home. Wake, breathe, sleep. Every once in a while, I’d catch a glimpse of a man in the crowd—tall, dark hair, sharp shoulders—and my heart would jump to my throat. But when I’d run closer, it was never them. Never Nico’s eyes. Never Matteo’s smirk. Never Luca’s calm stillness. Just strangers. Ghosts wearing their faces. Sometimes, I’d dream of them. In the dreams, they never said anything. They just stood there, looking at me, always at a distance.

A faint breeze rustled through the library, carrying with it the scent of old paper and forgotten memories. She sat down across from me, cupping her own tea gently in her hands. "Tell me," she said, eyes meeting mine with deliberate calm. "Have you ever dreamed of something you couldn’t quite explain? Someone you never met, but kept appearing again and again?" I narrowed my eyes at her, unsure whether to laugh or answer. Of course I had dreams—everyone did. They were just jumbled images that the brain stitched together while resting. But something in her voice made me pause. It wasn’t just a casual question.

That wasn't foreboding or anything. I tried googling, “dreams,” “vivid dreams,” and about a hundred other keywords. In the end, I came out with a few theories. I reinstated my previous theory, that my mind had just weirdly latched onto a stranger. But on a more supernatural (and unrealistic) note, I could be psychically linked to someone. But I’d never met field boy in real life, so how could I be connected to him? And what about all those other people? I had definitely never met any of them. But I had a full conversation with that girl, she had been looking right at me the entire time, respoding to my questions.

“Since I was seven years old, I have always dreamed of two people. . .” She stopped. Maybe it’s the right time to tell her friends what she’s been carrying for a long time. She hasn’t told anyone about her dreams even her mother. “And then?” Shanaia asked impatiently. “The man’s face is blurry, but I can see the woman’s face clearly. I have never seen her in person. I don’t even know if she’s still alive or not. I know I am not the woman in my dream but I feel the pain when I see her sad. I am also happy when she is happy. . .”

Jasmine's dream I'm somehow dreaming again about my old pack. I'm not sure how I'm able to, as I don't remember much. I can see my mother sitting in a chair holding a bundle. I can see from the mark that it was me. My mother looks so happy. I can see my dad come out of the house and kiss her on the head. They look so in love. As I'm enjoying this beautiful sight, I see the same little boy from my dream before appearing out of nowhere. I still can't see his face, and it's frustrating that I can’t. Why do I even want too anyway though? It's because he is our mate. I hear Lunar link me, causing me to startle. I've never had Lunar linked with me in my dreams before.

I yearn to know more about the man behind the pictures, to understand the thoughts that occupy his mind. And then, like a cruel twist of fate, he appears in front of me—in my dreams. In these moments, it feels so real, as if I can reach out and touch him. The dreams are vivid, transporting me to a world where we are together, where his presence fills every corner of my existence.