Dreamnotfound Stories Novels & Stories

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

She returned from the bath with her bestie still in her spot. * Emma frowned"are you planning to keep me warm?"Emma grabbed her handbag to retreat her cell phone "I think I left my phone in the office" she sighed hopelessly. Spending hours without her phone occurred boring, she always read a story from her favorite site before drifting to sleep." so you were working overtime!!" the curious girl never seems to like darkness. She asks as if it was unheard of." yes I needed to complete something before leaving. why are shouting? I was doing my job" she explained, trying to discard any dirt moving in her brain cells." that boss of yours has the guts to keep you to himself. Forcing you to neglect

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

“Text me when you land. And dream about me tonight, baby.” “I will,” I promised, squeezing him one last time. As I walked into the terminal, sore, glowing, and full of his cum, I smiled. The summer had started with a wet dream. It ended with a reality even better than any dream. The End.

Dream's POV The morning after Gloss confessed about the system, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every second replayed in my head, the way his voice trembled, the way he looked at me like he’d just handed over a piece of his soul. When I finally fell asleep that night, my dreams weren’t peaceful. They were filled with flashing texts and blue screens that whispered my name, as if the system itself had crawled into my subconscious. When I woke up, my phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. Messages from Adrian, reminders from work, and one notification that froze my breath. It wasn’t from any app I recognized. The letters floated above my screen, shimmering faintly before fading away.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Damian stated. "the nightmare" I regretted as soon as these words left my mouth. Shit. I didn't want him to worry about me more. I cursed. Everyone looked at him with surprise. Damian put his hand on mine. " what nightmare love? Tell me" I sighed. I told them everything about it. That I have been seeing same dream from past eleven years. " but I don't remember anything like that happening with me. And I also never recognise any of the faces. It's all just blurred images. "

"There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means that good things await you and your dancing partner so most people take the chance to dance with a loved one

“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