Dreams Of Home Novels & Stories

Dreaming of us. Dreaming of forever. Dreaming of a future he was afraid to believe in. Dreaming of a love he thought he'd lost forever. Dreaming of a family he thought he'd never have. Dreaming of a happiness he didn't think he deserved. Dreaming of a peace he'd been searching for his whole life. Dreaming of a home he'd been trying to find. Dreaming of a love that would never leave. I reach up. Touch his cheek. His skin is warm. His stubble is rough. He's real. He's here. He's mine. He's everything. He's my whole world. He's my reason.

Lisa stood by the window, staring at nothing in particular. She had been stuck at the office for hours without being able to do a single thing. Thoughts of the previous night filled her head. As she pushed herself to work on the first file Sonia had brought into the office that morning, she told herself the reason she still felt overwhelmed was probably because she had never been touched for the last seven whole years since she took that dreaded decision to trade a tasteless marriage for Will’s safety. However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams.

Ariana In the morning, the worker pixies were there bright and early and I watched as my house changed from a skeleton into a home. Another group had joined them and they were off to one side making furniture, which was something I hadn’t even thought about. I had this dream of a home in the forest, but I never even thought of how I was really going to do it.

Ryker POV I made it home just before midnight to a quiet house. I knew my family was all in there with my younger siblings sound asleep, while our mother and Chris waited for my arrival. I took a few moments staring at this house that we now called home. My mind drifted to the idea of it being my permanent home. A place for my family's gatherings, bbq, and my own kids to run around. The problem was, I couldn't truly imagine myself ever having a wife or kids. It was always images of someone else's life I desired, but never a fantasy with me actually there.

It could house a mini - town, and there would still be space for more people. The door beckoned to me, it's knobs shone in the bright sunlight --- large and golden. Delicious tendrils of memories weaved through my mind at an alarming rate. . . Of me tugging at the door in consternation. Of my cousin shoving me aside and hefting the wide doors open. Of mother hugging me and leading me through the wide doors, of . . . "My son has come home o!" The door was wrenched open and mother ran towards me. It seemed the wind was beneath her feet as she bounded at a fast rate towards me.

Killian’s voice came from behind me with a hint of laughter, “Make yourself right at home, why don’t you.” Home… The very word was supposed to evoke a sense of warmth, with images of laughter and love. Home was the place where you could twirl around in pajamas without a care, where the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, and where comforting hugs were always within reach after a long day. That was the home I had longed for—the sanctuary I had built in my dreams, a stark contrast to the home life of my childhood.

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

I could feel it even before he spoke again. “You didn’t answer my question earlier.” My chest tightened. “Which one?” He stopped beside me. His reflection in the glass looked distant, almost softer. “What you dream of.” My lips parted, but no sound came out. The words I wanted to say, I dream of going home. I dream of waking up where I belong. I dream of being a successful and well-known writer. I dream of hitting it big in the writing industry. I dream of being real again, stuck somewhere between my throat and my chest.

Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of nostalgia and hope. Claus turned his attention fully to Mia, intrigued by her openness. "Tell me more, Mia. What's your dream like?" Mia's voice took on a dreamy quality as she painted a vivid picture with her words. "I imagine a cozy home, filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of little feet. I see myself as a mom, taking care of our children, reading them bedtime stories, and watching them grow. It's a world where everything is filled with wonder, and love is the guiding force."

" - - - - Saturday evening was so bored and quiet, having dinner with Joachim was worse. He paid less or no attention to her, his earphone blocking literally his hearing and his cell phone distracting his sight, that Mareili felt he wasn't even there at all. She had to rush her meal, leaving him and rushing to take her bath. After bathing, Mareili sat on the porch as she watched weak sun disappear into the horizon. The clouds rumbled, and for some reason Mareili thought the rain and the sun were fighting for dominance over the earth, this was what her mother made her believe whenever the rain threatened to fall and the Sun refused to vanish. When the sky turned grey, and the horizon released