Have You Dreamed This Man Novels & Stories

“I don’t remember exactly. I just… I keep dreaming about a man. He’s always with me, making me laugh. In the dream, I was really happy. “I didn’t know who he was at first, but now… I think maybe he was your father. But I don’t even remember what he looked like.”

Aesthetic’s POV: “ Hurry up Thea! Mrs. Smith told us that the boss will arrive today. “ My friend Kiendra shouted at me when she noticed that I'm just sitting on my chair, doing nothing. I boredly set my eyes of her and nodded tardily as if I was just hanging around. I can’t blame anyone for being so sleepy at work, it was already five in the morning when I fell asleep because of my stupid dream. I dreamt about a man who looks exactly like a protagonist in a fantasy story. Though I can’t clearly define his features, but all I know is that, he can definitely drag women’s interest. He has this dimmed eyes with a deep meaning inside. It seems that there are nameless emotions in it that may brok

And I'm not going to lie, it creeps the hell out of me. It was a man. Yes it is definitely a man because of his deep voice. Then who is he? Why would he suddenly appear in my strange dream? I guess he's related to me in someway. Because It will be more strange if I had a dream with the person who I don't know. But even if he's one of my relatives, I still don't know how will I identify him. I'll just forget it. It is just a dream anyway. “Better go now than thinking about that.” I said and picked up my things before I set off.

Her heart started to soar again and she instinctively felt weak at the knees remembering the erotic dreams she had with this person. There was a sound of four splats as Vida had slapped herself to make sure she wasn’t sleeping or dreaming again. “It’s exactly like in the dream. His outfit…” Vida muttered staring at the man’s tunic, it had an unknown crest emblazoned over the chest area, part of the man’s chest was show and she noticed a strange mark over it. “Hey…” she said gently, nudging the fallen dream man, “Hey wake up.” The man stirred with a groan and his eyes fluttered open to the sound of her voice and the sounds of New York City. His eyes were a piercing emerald that made Vida lose

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

Aurora. I know that man. I've seen his face in my dreams, thousands of times before. But they were just dreams, this is, whatever this is. Why would he be here, does that mean he is real. I don’t even know if this ghost walk thing is real, so perhaps I am just dreaming. He looks like I remember. Black hair, pale skin, golden eyes. In my dreams he would smile at me and tell me he loves me. In my dreams, I called him Daddy. But they were just that, dreams. I don’t have a father, I never actually saw this man for real. He was just a piece of my childish imagination, trying to give me something to cling too when life with the hunters felt too hard.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

I followed Dream’s gaze and froze. A man was making his way toward us, tall, poised, with the kind of self-assured smirk that screamed danger. His suit was perfectly tailored, his blond hair styled just enough to look effortless, and his eyes, bright, calculating, were locked on Dream like he’d just found a familiar toy. Dream’s posture stiffened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I felt the change immediately. “Dream,” the man greeted smoothly, his voice a low purr that carried just enough charm to make the nearby assistants blush. “It’s been a while.”

I sigh, slipping back into my seat as he went back to have his. Biting my tongue before I start I take a huge breath. “A strange man torments my dreams. He keeps running after me no matter how far I go it’s been consistent and to be frank there’s a real flare to it. Every encounter feels so real I’m forced to believe it isn't a mere nightmare Elle drums about. I believe there’s someone out to hurt me and my baby…but who is he?” He sips his wine and clears his throat, “I know who that man is.”

His humanity coming into play disturbs me. “Take a couple of days off to rest. We will work on finding the responsible one”. She says softly. “Do you remember my dreams about the hamram and the dark one ?” I ask She sounds curious. “Yeah, but it’s totally normal to dream about the job before you get the calling, like a heads up. Often the dreams tell you something”. “I think it tried to warn me that Luca is a hamram. I know that now. But I had the dream again last night, except Luca wasn’t there, only the dark one. It showed itself to me, and.. I am almost sure it’s a man”. I breathe out.