Dreaming Of Sunshine Novels & Stories

“Adrian?” Adrian jumped up when he heard his wife’s voice. They were together in a room because she often had bad dreams. “Adrian, help me!” Sunshine called her husband’s name, crying. “Shhh, baby, I’m here. What’s wrong?” He hugged his wife sweetly to wake her up from a bad dream. “Don’t!” Adrian was released from the hug when Sunshine pushed him hard. He knew he was still dreaming, and she kept her eyes closed.

[~♥CORAL♥~] Today's been like a dream. A fluffy, fairytale like dream and I'm floating on clouds, delirious from the ecstasy I feel swirling in me. The sun is slowly setting, casting warm, bright light over us. The river overhead glimmers with the reddish orange hues of the setting sun. The fairy lights glow brighter under the glow it casts over them, it makes the flowers look like they're surrounded by a couple of fireflies.

The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists. In her dream, they were on a sun-drenched beach, the sound of crashing waves filling the air. Laughter danced on their lips as they chased each other through the shallows, the cool water washing away the day's stress. A stolen glance, a playful touch – the dream Deimon delicately built on screen became a tangible reality within her subconscious.

Seraphine woke up the following morning feeling refreshed, having had a wonderful dream. She dreamed that she was in an orange orchard, filled with big, juicy oranges. Though she hadn't been smiling in the dream, she felt an overwhelming sense of joy. She knew that dreaming of oranges symbolized positivity, zest for life, and vitality, after all. She woke up in an extremely good mood. She felt refreshed and invigorated, and she happily got up to get ready, though her leg was still limping. She had just gotten ready when she suddenly recalled that Elliott had said he would bring her breakfast this morning.

I know I’m dreaming, but, Oh, what a wonderful dream this is. I can feel the happiness radiating from Callie, she is positively beaming and it makes me feel like warm sunshine and hazelnut-caramel ice cream. That wonderful once in a lifetime feeling that you get, if your lucky enough to. Like when you find your true love, or have your first baby. The feeling of warm, fuzzy euphoria radiating through and out of you like rays of sunshine. I know I’m dreaming right now, but with the warm, goodness and happiness that is filling me right now, I know I am smiling in my sleep. Oh why don’t I dream like this more often.....

But eventually, exhaustion won, and I drifted off, dreaming of endless deserts and shadowy figures watching me from afar. When I finally woke up, the sunlight streaming through my window caught me by surprise. It was so bright, flooding the small room with a golden glow that made the peeling paint and creaky furniture look almost charming. I stretched, letting the warmth on my skin chase away the lingering unease from the previous day. The desert might be harsh, but it had its own kind of beauty. The bright sunshine lifted my spirits a little. It had been so long since I had seen a day this clear, and for a moment, I let myself believe that things would be okay.

A love that refused to die, even when everything else did. When I finally drifted to sleep, I dreamed of sunlight—not the kind that burned, but the kind that warmed. And in that dream, we weren’t running. We were home.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Asher I wake up with a smile plastered on my face, the sunlight pouring through the window, warming my skin. It’s not something I usually feel, but today is different. I don’t know why, but something about the morning feels... offbeat like a new chapter is waiting to unfold. The dream I had lingers in my mind. Alethea. The way we moved together, lost in the heat of the moment. The sensation was so real, almost too real like I could feel every shift, every breath, the way she fit perfectly against me. It’s strange, the burning desire, how everything about it felt... right.

Sunny came over too, imitating her father as she comforted her mom, wrapping her arms tightly around Angela’s waist. “Mom, Grandpa knows you couldn’t find him, so he’ll come find you… maybe he’ll appear in your dreams.” “Mmm. Then I’ll sleep a little longer.” The helicopter was especially loud. After putting on her aviation headset and yawning twice, Angela really did fall asleep. Unfortunately, it didn’t go the way Sunny said. She didn’t dream of her father or her mother. Instead, for no apparent reason, she dreamed of a child with a bowl cut.