Man In People's Dreams Novels & Stories

After waking up, I just stay in the room and spend time alone with spelling books or magic books like spellings that humans rarely know about. I couldn't go back to sleep at all because the dream about the tragedy came back. I chose to reread the book and sat on the sofa with my legs crossed. "You had that dream again, Ax?" My eyeballs rolled, I saw Axen carrying a bag of fruit and bread, then I came back with my reading book. "I met a beautiful woman." I saw him approaching me with his face red from blushing. "How do you make a face like that?" My hands held his face and looked at him with a straight face, why does Alex always manage to make all kinds of expressions? Why not with me?

So she was sure this man was the one. After all, Panda B was an association of business men and women. And judging by this man's appearance, he must be from there. He's presence alone told her that he wasn't an ordinary man. Infact, she was also surprised at first when Lucia told her they were getting help from them. But she was still thankful to God for these children. They have suffered a lot. If this man could be with her little Lus, then he would protect both siblings now that Jonny, Lucia's fiance is about to break off the engagement. She really hoped that Lucia would be strong for herself and Pablo. Pablo was a sensible kid who knew when and when not to ask questions. Although he wante

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

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.

I opened the door—but didn’t step aside. He looked exhausted. Tie loosened. Jacket wrinkled. The man who never lost control looked like he’d been holding himself together with thread. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “But you disappeared.” “I told you I needed space.” “You resigned from everything,” he said. “That’s not space. That’s exile.” I let out a slow breath. “It was survival.” He nodded slowly. “Then let me help you survive.” “No,” I said quietly.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

a collector seated in the front row asked curiously, “the lighting in this piece is incredibly gentle. What was your state of mind when you painted it?” Ethan held the microphone, his gaze soft as it landed on Jane. “At that time, I had just woken up. I didn’t remember anything, and the world felt empty. It was Jane who gave me a second life. When she stood in the yard feeding the chickens, sunlight falling on her, I thought to myself that this was the kind of peaceful life I wanted to keep for the rest of my days. This painting is of the woman I love and my salvation.” Thunderous applause filled the room. Jane’s eyes brimmed with tears. Right there, in front of everyone, she threw herself i

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” She settled again with a small sigh and within seconds her breathing evened out. He lay back, shutting his eyes as he went back to sleep. Somewhere across the city of Manhattan, in a narrow apartment above a noisy street, a human man jolted awake in the same sweat. His jaw throbbed as if he had clenched it too hard in his sleep. His chest ached and the sheets were twisted around his legs. He sat up, confused. He had dreamed of a man.

a man from the crowd jokes, his lip curling in disgust. Glaring over at the man, I struggle in my captive's hold. "Don't move," the man growls with an aura of power emanating from him. Gulping, I immediately still, knowing they will not be afraid to use the gun on me. Screwing my eyes shut, I pray that this is only a dream. In a few minutes, I'll wake up and this will all just fade away. This is only a nightmare. It can't be reality, can it?

he called out, his deep and melodious voice resonating throughout the bedroom. Ivan, about to unbutton his shirt, froze momentarily. The sight of the exceptionally handsome man standing in the darkness, intently observing him with hunger in his eyes, left him breathless. Weeks of repetitive dreaming about this man without ever glimpsing his face had taken its toll on his psyche. Anxiously, Ivan awaited the man's arrival, eager to be reunited with him. Fingers trembling with anticipation, he counted down silently—five, four, three, two... Despite constantly dreaming of him, Ivan had never laid eyes upon the man's face.