Dreams Of Home Novels & Stories

“What? Why would you dream of that?” “I don’t know. I haven’t even been in that place before.” “What was the name of the building?” “I think it was something like…. Home of Little….” I trailed off as I tried to remember the vague memories I have of that dream. “Angels?” I said interrogatively although I know it wasn’t right. “No no no. I think it was more of like Home of Little Miracles. Something like that.” Harry went silent for seconds before he finally responded, “What… what happened in your dream?”

I also usually have a lot of thoughts in my head which makes me an overthinker. However, my ultimate dreams are simple. To be able to build a home, nothing grand, just something that I could be comfortable with. To save enough for when I grow old, so that I could finally break free from the corporate world which has held me hostage for the longest amount of time. To be able to just sleep sound and not having to worry about the alarm going off.

Tonight was no different. In her dream, Ava was back in her childhood home. The stunning five storey bedroom, fully detached mansion built by Mr. Affleck Johnson. The house stood in it’s glory and the air smelled faintly of mildew, as though the house itself had been holding its breath, waiting for life to return. Ava stood in the doorway, hesitant. She recognized this moment; it was the same dream she’d had countless times before. She was eighteen again, stuck in that painful limbo after her mother’s disappearance.

My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test. I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some r

So the best possible thing was to just agree to what he was saying. I will deal with him later. Now, I just wanted him out of my room so that I could rest. I just wanted to sleep and dream of my home. I missed my home so much. My real home. Sweet home. Sigh ! I don’t know when I peeled off my dress and knocked out my shoes, but soon enough I was enveloped in the warmth of the duvet and my mind wandered off to dream land as soon as my head touched the pillow.

The emptiness of my dreams was starting to mirror the emptiness settling inside me. Lately, even the waking world doesn’t feel like it’s safe anymore. It used to be the one place where I could catch my breath—but now, it’s just another battlefield. I’ve had to place barriers around my home, around the people I love, because the Dream Walkers aren’t staying in the realm of sleep. I see them sometimes—lurking, watching—when I come home from work, their presence brushing against reality like a shadow that shouldn't be there.

But before he could announce his identity, his team insulted and removed him and impersonated someone as him, as the opposing team had given a huge sum of money to them ( A fact which the team's manager acknowledged it to his face) and with no evidence, he was back to zero, and life couldn't seem to have gone worse as he was proved to be completely wrong as he got the news that his life's greatest support and inspiration, was no more and to add fire to the hell, there was sudden news that his father had borrowed a huge sum, which his father had returned half of it and the other half now fell on Max's shoulder, which destroyed his hope of gaming. It had been a few tense months, when the appli

"I just have this dreams that would wake me up in the middle of the night and then it is difficult to sleep back." "What are those dreams about?" "It's about you, our baby and the past love that we have. It must be the memories that I have forgotten since the day I take on a new life." "That's understandable my love, I have suffered more than just dreams since the time i thought I've lost you. I love you so much I would move heaven and earth to get you back. I am so glad that we are blessed by the the Moon Goddess to get one more chance to continue our love once again."

It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride. For a couple of years, Daniel started to make a dream journal. If he still remembers his dream, he would write it down in his journal. He took his journal that he put in his drawer and also a pen to make a note. From all of the dreams that he has written down, there were around a half of them that came true and he hoped that this dream would come true as well. He began to remember the details of his dream and started to write them all. He also didn't forget to write the physical appearance of his bride, so when he met her in reality, he would notice her.

I'm fine just the way I am with my small family. My head hurts like hell when I reach home. Luckily, the coast is clear when I enter the house. After drinking some water from the sink, I go to my room. I collapse on the bed and the entire house goes dead silent. Part of me is wishing Amy can join me soon. I am surprised by how fast my mind is planning. I am hopeless at getting sleep. The first two hours of sleep are filled with terrifying dreams of my father's death. I don't know why I am having those dreams now. It has been a long time since I dreamed about that.