Innocent Dream Novels & Stories

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

I wake up screaming my heart racing, my chest tight like am losing my breath, my eyes burning like I’ve been crying even when I don’t remember crying, my pussy aching and wet and my nipples hard from my own need! And the worst part? The worst part is that sometimes… I still hear his voice after I wake up. Like an echo. Like it followed me out. I don’t know what to do anymore, who to talk to without them dragging me to the psych ward. The only exception is my best friend Sylvie! I mean how do I escape a man who’s made it his intention to be everywhere I am, even in my dreams! It’s like am fucking cursed! The internet says these dreams might just be a figment of my imagination, a Reddit post s

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

"Not until he's detained somehow! I can't leave. If he's free, I know he'll come for me." "Well, you'll just have to stay at my home." Pastor Gene lives in a gated community, so my evening ends peacefully, and now it's bedtime. While sleeping, I was awakened by Tristan's scent. Soon, I feel him touching me. Suddenly, I envision him entering my room. He's only wearing shorts as he walks very slowly towards me. I begin to undress. I'm now lying on my back nude. But once he starts undressing, I say no and start covering myself with the comforter. He snatches the comforter and begins making love to me, violently. I begin to moan like the woman at the camp. I'm now screaming like Monique in my d

Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon. The mark that adorned the crown of her head and the man that looked nothing like the other two smiling down at her. She felt as though she should know the people she dreamed of. Especially the woman and man that held her and cried every time she dreamed of them. They felt really important to her. If only she knew them. Welp, since she was up super early and they wouldn’t bother her it was practice time. She always followed her instinct and so far it helped keep her safe.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

You said you wouldn't wait You said you wouldn't cry It's a very late night Oh, it's a very long goodbye Can we stay like this for a little longer Yes, even though this is a dream that will be forgotten Close your eyes I will put you to your last sleep My lullaby Baby sweet goodnight There won't be any scary dream Your long, never-ending days Please just let them go now Should I just hug you silently? The dream is almost ending already But I will let go of my heart And sing you the last song My lullaby Baby sweet good night There won't be any scary dream Your endless long sorrows Please just let them go now...

Jamie didn't want to wake up. She was having a perfect dream. One where she was done fighting, one with her, Kelvin and Milton as a family, one with no Jake and Mrs Bryan. It was a perfect dream, almost felt like reality but somewhere deep down in her guts she knew it was just a dream. Something that might happen and might not too. However in a matter of minutes, a splash of water forced her out of her perfect dream. Her lids fluttered open with violent coughs from her mouth.

There is a slight smile filled with confusion playing in his eyes, “Don’t tell me your dream fell through again.” I look on over to the truck, and the attendant follows my eyed, “My dream is in that truck.” I pause for a moment and turn to look at the clerk again, “His body is there, but his mind is gone.” “Well,” he starts, and there is genuine concern in his voice, “Whatever happened, I am sure time will heal his wounds.” I only but give him half a smile and turn to leave the store, “I really hope you are right.”

Jeanne fought through the stabbing pain in her leg, forcing herself to answer the voice that had called her name. "Darren… I'm here…" But no one replied. She jerked her eyes open. Blood blurred her vision, painting the world in red. The car interior was empty—completely still. She was alone. The man who had just shouted her name hadn't saved her. As her consciousness sank, Jeanne slipped into a dream. She dreamed of that year when Darren had chased her all the way to Los Cielos.