Dreams Of Home Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.

She turned back to the roses again and asked, “Why are you looking for me, dear one?” “I have been meaning to talk to you about something,” I said as I walked to her right side. I then explained, “I have these dreams that feel as if they are true. They feel as if they are some sort of memories that I know nothing about.” I added, “You used to give dream interpretations. And I’m hoping that maybe you can give me some answers.” “What are your dreams about, exactly?” she asked whilst she cut a few dead roses. “Some are memories about a happy family. But the recent ones are about me and my family. We were in a sinking ship,” I replied. Nana stopped.

I finally understand that no matter how capable a man is, with a successful career, abundant wealth, fame, and fortune, without a home, he's like a drifting duckweed, floating aimlessly. With a gust of wind, he might end up anywhere. And a home doesn't necessarily mean a luxurious and comfortable villa. Even if it's a small room, as long as there is a beloved woman, it is a home. Like a traveler who has traveled millions of miles, I fell asleep. I slept soundly and dreamt. In the dream, I held Luna, smiling so contentedly. The knocking sound echoed in my ears, annoying and persistent. Initially, I wanted to ignore it, but the knocking continued, growing louder and more insistent.

I whispered and dug my hand into my hair to the back. "What!" "That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I mean, I just asked, I didn't mean to heard yes. I felt all was just a dream. 'Why Arnold, y?' I kept uttering that in tears. He had no answer for me. I thought I have it all already, the happiness I have been longing for. I thought I have it all already, the man I dreamt of having. I thought I have it all already, the love! the care! I dreamt of. I thought I have it all already, the man, who will finally accept me for me –Gosh! I have only being dreaming, I have been dreaming all along. If you were the one, will you be with the man that causes you nothing but pains? The one who drown you

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.

"I'll help you remember. Until the corruption breaks. Until you come home. Until you're free." He pulled me close. Held me. I didn't resist. Couldn't resist. Because this felt right. Felt real. Felt— Felt like home. "I'll come every night," he whispered against my hair. "I'll show you everything. Every memory. Every moment. Every piece of our life. Until you can't deny it anymore. Until you remember even when you're awake. Until—" "Until you choose to come home." I woke up. Gasping. Crying. The dream felt so real. So—

Sex Dreams Intro:Sex Dreams, wet dreams are normal especially when your mind is fixated on a particular delectable specimen. Could be male, female as long as you have deep forbidden desires for the people in question your brain tends to project your wants in your dreams. Fleur's P.O.V. The one frustrating is the word to use when one can't express ones emotions. One sided crush are the literal worse, here I am loving the fool from afar, desiring Miles Kentucky in my head, dreams literally everywhere my eyes set it’s sight on him.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.