Innocent When You Dream Novels & Stories

Ace. What's their to say about him? He was a psychopath or murderer or just a boy with a broken heart. Though he's been called worse , one thing he hasn't been called was bunny. That's until Lia calls him one. "A bunny? How?" He laughs as he takes a sip of his water. Right now the two were at a small cafe talking nonstop about anything . Never getting bored. "Yes a bunny! Your noes is really cute and ... and you're always frowning and bunnies frown so..." she trails off as she picks at her cake.

At night it was worse. Dreams. I dreamed of the ambush, of faceless shooters and burning streets. But always, he was there—his hand pulling me back from the brink. Sometimes I dreamed of his voice, low and steady, murmuring things I couldn’t understand. Other times, it was his eyes, staring straight into me like he could see everything I was trying to hide. I’d wake with my heart pounding, guilt clawing at me because Nico’s name still lingered somewhere in my chest, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

he echoed, his voice a mixture of fascination and uncertainty. Irene nodded, her eyes distant as she tried to recall the fading fragments of her dream. "Yes, a dream. Sometimes, when we're asleep, our minds show us stories and images that aren't real. They can be a little sad or strange, but when we wake up, they disappear." Noah seemed to ponder this for a moment, his expressive eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers. Then, with the innocence only a child could possess, he offered his own wisdom. "Maybe your dream needed a hug, Mommy, so it can feel better."

“What about him?” I took a deep breath, lowering my voice. “I had this… dream. About when I was a kid. Back when I got lost in the snowstorm.” My chest tightened as I recalled the vivid images from my dream. “In it, Lucas was there. He was calling out to me, trying to find me. I know it’s probably nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me, but… I can’t help but wonder.”

“Why do you always assume I take things?” His silence answered for him. “I didn’t take anything illegal,” I clarified, trying to look innocent. “Mostly because I don’t know how to buy illegal things.” “Gloss.” “It was a small boost.” “What boost.” “…emotional.” Dream closed his eyes like he was praying for patience. “Gloss.” “Yes?” “Stop smiling.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “I think it’s glued to my face.” He exhaled through his nose like a parent realizing their child ate paint.

I feel cloud nine and I was wishing that If this is a dream please don't wake me up. "Am I dreaming because if I'm dreaming I don't want to wake up ever again" That was Vincent whisper to my ear? And I smile Because we have the same thought so it means We really love each other right? "You are not dreaming" I'm not dreaming, I murmur to myself. "Thank you for forgiving me and taking care of our baby, I promise from now on I will be with you all the time even if you push me away I will never Think that you mean it because you love me always and forever"

“I promise I won't judge you. I just want to help you. So what happened in the dream?” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I knew I had to tell him. “I dreamed that you were in danger,” I said, my voice shaking. “Someone was trying to hurt you, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I felt so helpless, and I was so afraid for you.” “It was just a dream,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “You're safe, and I'm safe. Whatever happened in the dream, it wasn't real.”

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.

Clarissa knelt again, looking into her son's eyes with an expression made as gentle as possible. "Darling, listen to Mommy." Her voice was quiet, careful. "That's just a dream. Our brains sometimes make strange stories while we sleep. Especially since you often saw Alina in this house before she went to the hospital. It's natural for her to appear in your dreams." "But it felt warm," Junior said in an almost whispering voice. "In that dream, Alina was so good to me. She never left me." Something cold flickered in Clarissa's eyes.

Even if the dream was baseless, I was just happy hearing those words from his lips. “It is just a harmless dream. Maybe you were thinking about leaving me in the first place.” I told him and he nodded his head. “That's not it, I would never think about doing such. I am just really scared and I feel like it might come to pass.” Dennis said with concern all over his face. “It can never happen. No one will take you away from me. Dreams are just delusions, don't bother about it.” I told him with a smile. He was just so funny, who takes dreams to heart? I shrugged and pulled him to get ice cream from the fridge.