Free In Dreams Novels & Stories

Phil dove and arrived in the plains of sleep, he found himself in the plains of desire and idea, a place where dreams correspond to the unconscious whim of the dreamer giving them a nice and relaxing dream. Phil traveled and sometimes looked into other people's dreams. Some of the dreams he had seen were mostly dreamers who either wanted to be rich or famous and that reflected their dreams where they were praised by many people and looked up to. While others just wanted to relax and have no problems in life, most of their dream is where they just float in a wide ocean without a care in the world or relax in a blanket of clouds. Everything in this part of the plain was filled with happiness o

At first, I really don't want to put meaning about her dreams because sometimes we really dream about something that we don't like but there's something that tells me that my mate's dream is not normal anymore. "Is it the same scenario with your dreams last night, mate?" I asked Freya curiously and I don't know why but I suddenly felt an intense fear when she nodded at me. "Yeah, they take Ezekiel away from me," Freya responded to me with a trembling voice. "Tell me that this is just a random dream, Michael," she added and at this point, I don't know what to say anymore. "I think we should visit doctor Jimenez and let's ask her if it's normal for a pregnant werewolf to have those weird dream

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

Was it a dream? ***

Then went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror until I started to cry. Because the girl in the glass? She wasn’t Aphrodite. She wasn’t anyone. Just a doll. Dressed up. Perfect. Hollow. --- I sleep too much now. Not because I’m tired—but because dreams are the only place I’m free. In my dreams, I’m barefoot in a garden, running. Laughing. Sometimes I’m back in Duncan’s bed. He’s holding me like I’m breakable. Like I’m something soft. He brushes my hair behind my ear and says, “You don’t have to be perfect here.”

I countered, confident in my reply. “No you don't.” He smirked as if something about this banter amused him, “but you make weird noises when you sleep,” he said, his voice low and calm. Heat rose in my cheeks, unsure if that part was true or not. I was recently having a dream of my mother from when I was 6 years old, and the memory of my arrest ruined it. “I was dreaming.” Darius squinted, “Oh really?” “Yes. I dreamt about being free,” I boldly revealed.

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.