Losing Dreams Novels & Stories

Nurse D enters her room unannounced and saw her weeping. "Hey girl, I heard you will be leaving tomorrow?" He paused when he saw her appearance. "What happened? Are still having those nightmares?" "Ah sort of" she wipes her tears but more filled the space "Tell me," the nurse protruded. "Don't let me bore you, they were hazy. I cannot even comprehend them" "What do you mean?" "I have these dreams but as soon as I wake up. I tend to forget them" nurse D's face scrunched up in a slight frown.

Before they drifted into the arms of sleep, Jette whispered a quiet wish into the stillness of the night, "I hope I never have that nightmare again." Drew kissed her forehead gently, his voice a tender lullaby. "May your dreams be filled with serenity and joy. And if shadows dare to dance, remember, I'll be here to chase them away." As the night embraced them in its quiet cocoon, Jette closed her eyes, finding solace in the love that whispered promises of safety and understanding. Together, they embarked on a journey to decipher the enigmatic language of dreams, weaving a narrative that transcended the bounds of both the waking world and the realm of slumber.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

I hurried inside and Amanda, my best friend flitted to me, holding my hand and pulling me along. “Why are you late again, Nadia?” Amanda queried in a low tone, careful not to be heard by others. “What else makes me wake up late, Mandy? The usual of course,” I responded, overwhelmed by the situation. For the past two months, I have turned into a perpetual latecomer just for a stupid wet dream. “The same wet dream again?” Amanda asked, stopping to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Exactly,” I sighed with deflated shoulders.

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Jake didn’t have to ask to know he hadn’t processed a word. "No," Lucas finally muttered, his voice low and rough. "Nothing that makes sense." Jake crossed the room, dropping into the chair across from his brother. He rubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair, still damp with sweat. "Lila was asleep when I got back," he said quietly. "I didn’t want to wake her." Lucas nodded once, slowly. "She needs the rest. We all do." Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "But these… dreams, flashes—I don’t even know what to call them. They’re getting stronger."

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

They were gone as well. Confused, Lyda thought back to something her sister had told her four years ago about her own dreams. She said that every time she had a nightmare, Lyda wasn't there, her bed empty. Connecting the dots to what she was seeing now, Lyda guessed she had successfully walked into a nightmare, and perhaps other people were not visible to her while she was dreaming.

My vision began dimming rapidly, and I blinked back tears from my eyes. I couldn't feel anything. I was numb all over. Just before I gave up to the blackness, I thought of my late father and how he must have died at the hands of his enemies.