Dreamnotfound Stories Novels & Stories

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Weeks passed since Jette decided to turn the haunting nightmare into a narrative of empowerment. The pages of her journal filled with words that flowed like a river, carrying away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. Drew, ever-supportive, stood by her side, offering encouragement and sharing in the cathartic journey of transformation. As the days turned into months, the once-daunting shadows of the dream became mere echoes in the background of their lives. Jette and Drew found solace in each other's company, their bond fortified by the shared experience of navigating the intricacies of dreams and emotions.

Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.

It made no sense. I pulled up to the house. Nathan came in yesterday. It was nearly two in the morning, and Nathan should have been asleep or at least trying to sleep. I parked the car in the garage. I saw the night nurse, Zora, on the phone. She looked up from her phone, wide eyed. “Oh, dear God! There you are. Did you get my texts? I’d been texting you for an hour!” I looked at my phone. There had been a dozen texts from her. I hadn’t been able to see them with my phone locked away in the club. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to get to my phone. What is it?”

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

MORGANA FOSTER I wake up from a nightmare with a jolt, my forehead drenched in sweat. It’s one of those nightmares where I’m kidnapped and kept isolated from everyone. It used to feel unreal, but now it feels closer to reality. In the dream, I scream for Ryan, and he isn’t there for me. He’s nowhere near me. My heart trembles, and I get stabbed, bleeding out until I die. I always wake up just before I die.

Now she was lost in thought, remembering what horrible thing she had just seen. "Argh I saw Liam with another woman." And she grabbed the photo of the baby she had found, examining it closely. “Is it because of this photo that I have nightmares like that? But this baby doesn't even have a pendant like me, so why is my dream so weird? It even looks so real.” The sun was getting higher and stinging her cheeks from between the curtains in her room. Squinting, she drew the curtains tighter. She lay down again, anxiously gripping her. Now she doubted she wanted to stay in the Dark Forest pack and fulfill her responsibilities.

“I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?” Ethan excuses himself from the table. His friends follow. I finish my breakfast alone, still smiling. Later that afternoon, I send him a text. My stepbrother. The boy who organized my “rape.” The boy who fucked me last and hardest and came inside me while calling me his. I know what you did. Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Please don’t tell anyone. Please. I’m so sorry. We were drunk and stupid and – I cut him off.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."