Dreams About Old Crush Novels & Stories

I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom. "Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door. My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it’s been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it’s happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They’re just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I’m attracted to him physically, but he broke my heart. I can understand the sexual d

I said not knowing how to react. " Just hey? What were you thinking so deeply about? " She asked me. " Nothing much, I was reminiscing. " I replied. " Oh! Is it the Sad past, or the Happy one? " She Curiously asked. " Both " I replied. " Okay, that reminds me, the guy you said you have a crush on. " " What about him? " " Have you seen him before, apart from yesterday? " " I don't think so really, perhaps he's a science or commercial student as I don't think he's in my class. " I replied.

Hearing all of his dreams, I chuckled. “Yeah, those must be good dreams,” I commented with an amused smile. “Why not? You also have the same dreams like that, right?” Jessy opened his arms into the air. His eyes looked at me and at Laird, seeking our support. “I don't know. Ever since I was a kid, I didn't think much about my goals. Even after high school, I could only aim to be a dream girl to make Laird like me,” I said with a weak sigh.

I blushed for the third time today. It was hard for me to admit, but since coming back from the Iron River pack, my dreams at night weren’t only nightmares about the time in the white room. I would also dream about Brax. Usually, halfway through the worst part of my nightmare, I’d wake up and feel Brax’s arms around me, and I would doze off again and dream about Brax. Sometimes they were simple dreams of us together, talking and laughing like we used to. But there were also sexy dreams. The way Jace had treated me had made me feel dirty, and sex was something that I was sure he had ruined for me.

That some crush on a man fifteen years older than me and someone I took as my elder brother with secrets bigger than mine wasn’t worth ruining my life over. Most days, I almost believed it. But some nights… Some nights, I dreamed of Daniel’s voice calling my name, low and rough and broken. And I hated myself for still wanting to answer. But seeing him now, nothing could've prepared for this not even a million years. “River Stormhill, I'll like to see you in my office after the class”

But damn it, why does hearing it feel like another fight I didn’t ask for? * That night, I climb into bed, my thoughts racing. I can’t stop thinking about him, and my dreams aren’t helping. I close my eyes, hoping for peace, but instead, I’m thrown back into the chaos of my memories. In my dreams, I’m standing in our old living room. It’s quiet, but there’s a tension in the air, like something’s about to snap. I turn, and there he is—Jaxon, looking as handsome and frustrating as ever.

Liv Fuck me! I would love to live in my dreams and never wake up. But that was not going to be possible in any way. I had the most amazing sex of my life in my dreams. The man did look older, almost a bit familiar, but I could not exactly place where I had met him before. But I do wish I could find him again. My thoughts were disturbed by the light that streamed through the curtains, burning through my eyelids and dragging me back to reality. My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer to it. But that did not bother me as much as what I was about to do today.

“Lately he has been all I think about. Please help.” “Okay, I'll try to help. Dreaming about someone could just mean that you find him attractive. I remember in elementary school I used to fantasize about Tom Cruise all the time just because I found him incredibly attractive. But in some rare cases, it could be something deeper, it could mean that you are suddenly developing feelings for that person.” Stephanie explained slowly to me. “You mean as in love?” I asked, a hint of disbelief tangling in my chest. “Yeah,” Stephanie replied, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. “It sounds like you might be falling for Princeton’s notorious bad boy.”

°° AZALEA °° I care about him. Goddess, I really do! But I just can't seem to love him the way he wants. The way I'm supposed to. The way I actually want to. I keep having intimate dreams about a faceless man—dreams so vivid they leave my body aching long after I wake. I keep having these intimate dreams about a faceless man man. And what is even more unnerving is how vivid they alway feel and leave my body aching long after I wake up.

Maybe I’ll stop dreaming about him. It’s math, right? First guy I sleep with equals multiple wet dreams. New guy equals overwrite old dream. It's simple and efficient. Because right now? I’d rather dream about a faceless, nameless stranger than keep seeing Hermes Grande’s jawline in high-definition and 4K every damn night. I down another shot. It’s pathetic. He doesn’t even look at me. I thought he remembered — I felt it, that first day in his office. The pause and the tension.