My Dream Man Novels & Stories

I’m panting heavily and suck in several deep breaths, doing my best to calm myself down. “Holy shit,” I whisper as I grab my phone. It’s 11:37 p.m. A dream. Just a dream. I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair as I try to calm myself down and regain a grip on reality. I listen hard for sounds of anything happening down the hall, but I don’t hear anything. So I was just dreaming. I could have dreamt about anything in the world, but I chose to have a dream where the man who bought me from my father as payment for his gambling debts was in bed with another woman, and I was jealous.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

I hurriedly apologized and offered to pay for the damages, but the man simply waved me off, as if he was in a rush. At the time, everything happened so fast that I didn't even get a good look at his face. Only now did I realize that the man was Levi.

I swallowed. The way this man has featured in my every wet dream…

The first dance of many many many. Dreams really do come true, man. ****

, Andrea sobbed. “You saw what?”, he said while sipping his coffee “I saw… horrible... acc…accident... at your work-k….”, tears started to fall in Andrea’s eyes. Her mother wiped it out. “Dear, it’s just a dream. It won’t happen”, Mrs. Key told Andrea while wiping her daughter’s tears. “I know you won’t believe me but the-there are times th-that my dreams happened in re-real l-life”, Andrea said while sobbing.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

When I don’t give an answer, he reaches his hand out as if to touch my arm, but I quickly pull away. “Hey, Elena, it’s me, okay. Calm down, you’re fine. You are safe.” “No, no,” I whisper, coming to a realization. “What was it? What was the dream about?” My stomach twists as I stare at him, not sure how to even spill the words from my mouth. “I… I saw a man. I saw a man who looked just like your father and he was holding his sword over my head, ready to strike down.” “Wha—what? What do you mean?”

I followed Dream’s gaze and froze. A man was making his way toward us, tall, poised, with the kind of self-assured smirk that screamed danger. His suit was perfectly tailored, his blond hair styled just enough to look effortless, and his eyes, bright, calculating, were locked on Dream like he’d just found a familiar toy. Dream’s posture stiffened. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But I felt the change immediately. “Dream,” the man greeted smoothly, his voice a low purr that carried just enough charm to make the nearby assistants blush. “It’s been a while.”

"I don't know. You were sleeping and suddenly you screamed and mumbled incoherently, so I don't know either." "Well...what now?" Emma sighed. Lately, she had been having nightmares. In her dreams, there was a man, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see his face clearly. The man in her dreams was peculiar. He gave her a familiar feeling but also frightened her. Emma couldn't remember what he said in the dreams, even just a little, after waking up. Who was that man? What did he want from her? What kind of relationship did she have with him? And most importantly, did the man in her dreams really exist or was he simply a manifestation of some special event?