Dreams Of Home Novels & Stories

But I had already started thinking of this place as home… 'Home is not just made of bricks and mortar; it is the people you live with that make it a home,' I thought. I smiled at him; a smile that came from my heart… He seemed to realise it, and his eyes softened in response. I nodded at him and without saying anything. I decided to comply to his demand. He was right anyway, my body needed the rest after what I had gone through. The experience in the dream realm was even more taxing than fighting demons, and it was taking a toll on me. It would be good to have a nap, even if it was not even noon yet. I felt guilty that Adrian would have to do the chores and the cooking by himself. But it was

I always dreamed of a family. I guess dreams do come true

As Ethan drifted into a peaceful slumber, his mind transported him to a realm of dreams, where the boundaries of reality dissolved. In this ethereal world, he found himself standing in a peculiar home, an unfamiliar place that emanated an aura of both familiarity and strangeness. The dream house had an elegant charm, adorned with tasteful decor that reflected an amalgamation of styles. The walls, painted in soft pastel shades, created an atmosphere of serenity and warmth.

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.

As I delved deeper into the dream's details, I found myself transported to an alternate reality. In this enchanting realm, our house was a marvel of wood and brick, nestled amidst the beauty of nature. The surroundings were adorned with an abundance of flowers and trees, gifts from Mother Nature herself. It was an idyllic and dependable haven for Brian and me, where children played joyfully in every nook, painting the scene with the colours of a blissful family we had forged.

I walked back to the living room, shouting out to her. I whirled across the living room with my eyes darting around. ~Back in the bedroom~ “Mother?” I uttered, quickly sitting up. I tried to calm my racing heart with my eyes darting around the room. I wiped away the beads of sweat that covered my forehead as a result of the nightmare. What was that all about? What was Mother telling me? I looked at Zeehan and slowly rested my back on the bed. I pulled the duvet to our

Just family. Just home.

My body still hummed, but my mind raced with deadlines, family calls waiting back home, and the scholarship hanging over everything. What was I supposed to say to Donald now?

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

I’ll give you five minutes. My laptop was in the bedroom, and I felt my heart pound in my feet with every step toward it. ******************** I’d dreamed of my mother for several years after she left me at the children’s home. I didn’t know what she looked like, but the smell of buckwheat and honey always made me think of her. I imagined she’d realized a mistake was made, and any day she’d return to take me back home with her. A real home. With my own room, and toys I didn’t have to share. Not that I got to play with them anyway. I was smaller than everyone else, and I had to fight for my place to sleep and food to eat. It was hard enough doing that, so I didn’t bother arguing over dolls or