Maid Dream Novels & Stories

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Yet here, in this quiet morning light, Damian’s mother was becoming something she had never known: a guiding presence. Still, beneath her joy, a ghost stirred. She remembered her dreams, those visions that came to her in whispers of sleep. They had always been cruel, showing her flashes of darkness she couldn’t fight. Blood on marble floors, laughter that turned to screams, love stolen just when she reached for it. And sometimes, in the middle of all this happiness, fear gripped her: what if the dreams returned? What if fate had only given her this calm so it could rip it away again?

His chest pressed against my back, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to relax. With no other choice, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. In the realm of dreams, a woman appeared before me. She was striking, her blue eyes sharp and piercing, her dark black hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid twilight. Midnight blue and silver wings shimmered behind her, their delicate edges glinting like starlight.

Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand. She was so tired, she decided to take it. The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed in the garden, it seemed like she was part of it, like her queen, her lady. So she nicknamed her as Dama.

The same scene unfolded, vivid and relentless: a woman with piercing blue eyes, eyes so much like Mia’s, crying out for help. The boy In his dream, young Maurice, rushed to her aid, pulling her from danger. The woman, trembling, clutched his hand. “If I ever have a daughter,” she whispered, tears glistening, “I will give her to you. For saving my life, I promise she will be yours.” The dream shifted, and Maurice saw Mia’s face, her blue eyes filled with confusion and sadness. He thrashed on the bed, sweating profusely as he struggled against the images haunting his sleep.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

Wondering what it was, I opened my eyes to see a headless Ben hugging me. I screamed and screamed and pushed him away and continued screaming. His body fell to the floor close to his pool while his head was already floating in the pool. I screamed again and again until I screamed out of my sleep. I jumped up on my bed, clutching my chest tightly. I looked around and realised I was in my room with Lily who was now awake due to my scream. "What's wrong Martha?" She asked worried and a little scared "I had a nightmare" "Its okay, its just a dream" she said, her little voice somehow calming my nerves. I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes.

What was she dreaming about? He took out his phone and called Damien. "I have not gotten the chance to meet with the elders yet, so calling me will not help," Damien said. "I called for another reason," Jonathan replied. "What?" "Can the moon maiden dream?" Jonathan asked, and Damien went silent. "She is dreaming?" Damien exclaimed, asking in an incredulous tone. His reaction was reasonable. Moon Maidens were said to be without dreams. She could see things around her in her sleep because she was never really asleep, as the goddess of night does not sleep.

At least they’d be an interesting distraction from this nightmare. Her dreams had always been vivid, more real than anything she encountered in the waking world. She’d always assumed they were just dreams, like everyone else’s. Yet these dreams… they were different. They felt like memories of a world she had never seen, a world she had never known. She had come to call it Moonland. It felt like a place she was destined to return to—yet why? It called to her, beckoned her with a power she couldn’t understand. Her mother used to say that dreams were nonsensical, that they meant nothing. But Anna knew better. She had always been able to recall her dreams with perfect clarity. Each one felt purp