Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

"Dreams of a man, a stranger. He feels... dangerous." Her brow furrowed with concern, mirroring the turmoil that churned within me. "Tell me, Leo." As I recounted the vivid visions that had haunted my nights, her expression shifted from concern to a deep contemplation. When I finished, her gaze met mine, a blend of emotions swirling within their depths. "Leo, you must listen carefully," she began, her voice a gentle current that carried a weight of wisdom. "The man you've seen in your dreams, he is not an ordinary man. He is a carrier of darkness, a malevolent force that seeks to harm you."

There were her parents, laughing together, the sun was shining down on them brightly as the three of them drove down to the coast for the day. Her father hadn't seen the man driving at them on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. The screech of brakes was amplified now in her dream, her mother's scream was echoing in her brain. The car rolled over and over again until blackness took over and she woke up screaming. Instantly, the room was flooded with light, and Declan rushed to her bedside. His face creased into a concerned frown as he saw Gemma's pale cheeks, the tears still flowing freely. He caressed her face.

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.

But no need, because the man is approaching my bed and I can see his face. Feels strange and foreign. That was my first impression. I felt like I had never seen him. Then who is he? “Kim Hana,” exclaimed the man, looking at me. Does my name change when I dream? “You finally woke up after a long time,” said the man holding my right-hand tight. Just like that woman, he also speaks English.

Number four of the most successful company in the world, according to Forbes magazine. —Fourteen Years Ago— "Come on, Marionne. Don't you even dare to think that she really likes you?" Marionne's daydreaming was interrupted by his friend's harsh words. "Why don't you just leave me alone, D.A? I just want to think in peace." Marionne replied while his eyes were closed. "She will never like you, man," D.A repeated her statement.

Susan has been having these mysterious dreams since she turned twenty and she is now twenty-two years. Literally, she has been enduring these absurd dreams and its associated sleepless nights for two tormenting years. In her dreams, she always encounters a strange man who’s face is all the time blurry. She had been normal all through her adolescent years but it is like immediately she stepped into her twenties, the spirit of happiness decided to forbid her. Now, she would pay any price to transport back into her childhood days. To her, adulthood is a curse. ‘You are mine and will always be mine, no matter how far you run from me!’ Is the only words the man continuously says anytime he visits

The air conditioner was always on except when Amanda needed some natural air through the large window in her room, she couldn't bear the restlessness, so she opened her eyes slowly, making the woman freeze when she found someone had flanked Amanda's legs while removing the t-shirt from his body, then throwing it on the floor. The man bent his knees and leaned back to touch Amanda's face with a warm smile. She closed her eyes again and swallowed, knowing she was imagining, or perhaps dreaming, a moment too crazy to face in reality. However, Amanda was wrong, the disturbance was even more uncontrollable because it touched the face, making the woman speak. "This dream is too real, why would a d

In this expanded timeframe, something changed within the general and affected the course of war and history as we all knew it. In Dreams, Time Passes Slowly This is a place between places, between sleep and wakefulness, between life and death. This is a world where the impossible becomes possible, where the unreal becomes real. A man is walking alone on a dirt road. He is a young man, tall and gaunt, with a hook nose and eyes as blue as the ocean. He is muttering by himself, inhaling quick and angry puffs of smoke from a pipe. The tall man looks disheveled and worn out. He sees a coconut tree beside the road and stops. He is thirsty and attempts to climb the jagged trunk to get a coco-fruit.

The man smirks, “I’ve made you scream many times, but none of them was because of pain. Most of the time, you screamed for me not to stop.” “I don’t know your name,” I reply. “Taran,” he states. “I don’t know a Taran,” I argue. He smiles, “You know exactly who I am, little dove.” “Little dove?” I questioned. Where have I heard that? I’m suddenly overwhelmed as I remember my dreams. Looking at the man-Taran’s face. I suddenly realized it was him. “You…you were in my dreams.”

the man extended his huge hands for a handshake. Mane wondered if he should offer his real name, and finally settled on doing so. After all, the Dreamscape was a different dimension. No one knew him here, and it wasn’t likely that he would run into anyone from this dimension after completing his test. Besides, he had told too many lies. He might as well say something that was indeed true. “You don’t need to try so hard to recall it if you do not remember” Dan looked at Mane worriedly, assuming that the boy’s look of contemplation on whether or not he should give his real name, was an effort at remembering what his name was.