Dreams Of Home Novels & Stories

Hey, she greeted me warmly. Hey, I've been thinking about our dream house, Raymond began, both serious and excited. I know we've talked about it, but I think we can build something bigger. I want a home that's not just a place to live, but also a space for our family to grow. A house with a big garden where our kids can play—a space that reflects everything we've achieved together. Michelle's heart raced with excitement. The idea of expanding their dream home into a family sanctuary felt right. She could already hear children's laughter ringing through warm hallways.

He had already started hitting her, the punch on her belly was not the last, but now she stayed away from him more, so the bearings were not so frequent. She often dreamed of a home, a house for her and her Mama. Nothing lofty or expensive, a simple house in a peaceful neighborhood that she and her mother could call her own. She didn't need to be sleeping to have these dreams, her longing to be far away from her father was so strong that sometimes she drifted away, her thoughts far away, in a home that would be filled with laughter instead of her and her mother's screams.

It’s like in my dreams, nothing that might have walls exists. My mother’s right. Home for us doesn’t have to be a fixed place. I find it in slots of time, in slants of light. I feel it closest at dawn, when night and day meld and mingle a while before they drift apart. Home for me is my head in my mother’s lap, and those dreamscapes I see before I’m all the way awake. My jacket wrapped tight around me and my boots up on the seats. The tastes of toothpaste and coffee cloudy on the back of my tongue, the soft sweep of my mother’s fingers sliding through my hair. It’s me knowing, I can sleep a while longer. Thinking, I don’t have to open my eyes just yet.

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

“Think of our future, Jess. I’d love to see our children playing in front of the house. Our home.” “Our home,” I repeated, blinking at Aiden and dreaming of home sweet home.

He added. "A home of confusion?' I asked curiously. "What do you mean by home of confusion?" "You will only have little idea about that, I've been visiting the Groove for long and I can tell you this is the Moonlight Groove, the residence of confusion," He said. "Just visit here for peace and with no big dream, though it's also a place of a wish come true," I agreed with him on the former but the latter was wrong, it was a place where dreams chatter and nothing comes true.

My perplexed self blurted out. “ That has been my home since I was born. A little part of me hopes that one day we will return there and hear that the war has ended and everything can go back to normal. Of course, nothing will ever be normal around here anymore but all we can do is hope right?” My thoughts were right, the damage caused by all of these was indeed serious. Too serious for me to get in the middle of. I wanted to ask more questions, but we got back to the tents and he scurried away without saying anything more. So much for answers.

However, none of those accidents awakened him. It was Robert's last dream that carried an untimely finish to his rest. In it, he assumed he was at his home, emerging from the bathroom. It was by all accounts a replay of what his mom had done yesterday. She was touching his shoulder, and he was apprehensive his dick was rising, but he didn't know it was his mom. Dreams are so odd; bouncing starting with one spot then onto the next, blending and scrambling occasions, and trading individuals with next to no advance notice.

It had been raining heavily in Bell City that day, and he wouldn't stop crying as he kept running down the streets in the rain. Bethany was the one who first noticed him and brought him home. He remembered how Bethany poured him a warm glass of milk, dried his hair, and gently told him, "Don't be afraid. Just sleep well for the night." That had been the first time he'd ever experienced the warmth of a family. So, when he heard that the Stricklands had gone bankrupt, and Bethany and Melanie had nowhere to go, he insisted on going to look for Melanie despite huge protests from his own family. He couldn't care less about getting into a row with them over this.