Man From Dreams Novels & Stories

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.

severe depression" had been nothing but a lie. From the phone came Jacob's childish voice. "Mom, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I want to go back to school. None of my friends talk to me now." Then Susan's voice followed. "Jacob, we have nothing left. We have to hold on to Mr. Jefferson. If he stops caring about us, we'll really have nowhere to go." "But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…"

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

She touched her throat and could swear it felt as real as the mouth in her dreams had. Letting out a slow breath, she smiled and moved back onto her pillow. So it was only a dream. Did it really matter? It’s not like she was with one man and dreaming of another. Nope, no man had been in her bed in a long time. He could have stayed a bit longer, though, she thought with a smirk. “Happy dreams for me,” she whispered and closed her eyes again. ~

Through my dry heaves, my fuzzy brain notices big hands rubbing my back as the man calmly and soothingly says to me; "Easy does it kid; calm down and just let everything out, you're going to be fine." Tears drip down my face as I straighten while I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand quietly stuttering; "T-thank y-you, s-sir." "No problem kid," he assures me with a gentle pat on my shoulder with an airy chuckle; "What's your name by the way kid?" As I stare at him silently, trying to decide if I should lie or be honest with this guy; "Um, L-liam." "Good to meet you Liam, I'm Black Jack."

Ruby didn't want to willingly add another false memory to her head, so she didn't bother giving a thought to the name, or whether she was supposed to know him. "Hmm," she just exclaimed. "What are you running from?" He asked her. "I'm running from a horrible nightmare that I just won't wake up from." She stated with a shudder, Alden's brow furrowed while he tried to make sense of the message. But she was awake, he thought to himself. "I'm deeply sorry about it, and I hope you wake up from that dream." He said waving the reality off. Anabelle, Alden's sister approached the two slowly and cheerfully.

Him— Where did he come from? Gaia hadn’t heard a sound. Not one footstep, yet there he stood. An unearthly glow shone from his pale skin in the yellowing glare of the streetlights. His midnight hair reminded her of a raven's feather in the way his dark locks caught the moonlight. But it was his piercing, glacial eyes, that always entranced her. Who was this man? All she knew for sure was that he was the one who haunted her slumber causing her to wake most mornings in a writhing sweat. She’d rouse with her body on fire, burning for more of the dark pleasures he offered during the dream state.

I had just stepped out from the underground cellar when I bumped into a man who looked like he'd lost his way. Wayne had only come because a friend dragged him along. He'd stepped out for some air, but when he tried to return, he couldn't find his way back. "Excuse me, miss, do you know how to get out of here?" Grateful to see someone at last, he approached me quickly. But the instant our eyes met, he froze. Even if my face looked different at first glance, he felt it in his bones—the woman in front of him was Arden.

LYRA* When the man from my dream returned, my soul leaped with joy. I could feel his touch as he kissed me and held my hand. His touch was the only thing that broke the barrier of nothingness, but still, I could not break free. I felt I would forever be trapped within the confines of my mind.

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.