Dreams Novels & Stories

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and ov

The Forgotten Mate 1. The Masquerade Rejection. Dreams are elusive, fleeting moments of solace that transport us to a realm untouched by the hardships of reality. In my dreams, I find refuge. I am a child again, innocent and carefree, surrounded by the warmth of my family's love. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and bask in the joy that once filled our humble home. But dreams, no matter how vivid, always fade away. And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave.

To my surprise, he listened intently, nodding his head every now and then. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "It's not uncommon for people to have vivid dreams. Dreams can be a reflection of our subconscious mind, trying to work out our fears and anxieties. But in your case, it seems like your dreams are causing you distress. We can explore some techniques to help you manage your dreams and reduce their frequency." I nodded, unsure of what to make of his words. Part of me wanted to believe that it was just my imagination, that there was nothing truly wrong w

I’m not sure if this is all in my head. My dreams feel happy. And once I wake up, I feel like something is missing from my reality. It feels dangerous to want my dreams more than my real life. I’m fantasizing about my fantasy life, my dream world that I keep visiting. Lately I seem to be taken to the same place each night. One with wolves, lakes, and trees. Forests so dense they should be spooky but they are full of comfort. Night skies and full moons. The scent of pine and oak. The feel of crisp air on my skin.

-A dream? we did not observe anything, the tracker said that perhaps it was an indication that Juana never existed, in light of the fact that in addition to the absence of artifact it is the way in which Mrs. Victoria assured him that she has not had dreams related to a girl who does not remember and that in her clinical records there is nothing to say that she has even been pregnant. Just like that, in an insignificant part of a second, he figured out how to stifle the sensation he'd gotten in an entire night.

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

The bath refreshed her, soothing her tired muscles. After blow-drying her hair and settling into bed, Wynter closed her eyes, only to see those mesmerizing blue orbs before her. She wished she could help but realized everyone carries their own burdens in this world. Sabrina's words echoed in her mind, reminding her to focus on her own challenges amidst the sea of others' struggles. Despite trying to escape from those beautiful eyes, they persisted, wanting to convey a story. As she drifted off to sleep, for the first time, her dreams weren't plagued by betrayal or worries about the future. Instead, someone else filled her thoughts, offering a respite from her

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these