Name Meaning Dreams Novels & Stories

Always surrounded by men, women who looked like they would kill for him without needing to be asked. And even after knowing his name I didn’t get the peace or ease I had wanted instead my dreams took a dark turn. Maybe it was the fact that I knew his name now, they say names hold power and maybe knowing his gave him more control over me than I was ready to admit. My dreams of him becomes even more vivid, Dreams where his hands touched me, dreams where his voice whispers sweet nothings to my ears, my body reacting in ways my mind couldn’t control. Dreams where I woke up breathless, thighs tense, heart racing, ashamed of how badly I wanted a man I barely knew.

"Juana! Juana!" She heard someone call her name and she opened her eyes, expecting to find herself in the empty, deserted, scary room but she had been dreaming, a very scary dream. "Juana are you okay?" She wiped her eyes with her left thumb. The table clock read 6:30am.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

He went to the training grounds seeing if the boys were training good or not. Aiden don't know for how long he slept but he woke up smiling as he saw his mother in his dream. He sat up and yawned. He turned toward the night stand and saw a white paper folded placed on it. He reached out and picked it up. He saw the paper and smiled because it stated as For Aidde baby. He smiled looking at his nick name and opened the folded paper. It was a small latter. As he saw his name, he read it quickly. The latter stated:

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.

"Nik calls them the 'jump'— when my dream would change to another dream. It does feel like jumping for me. So far, the most jumps I had in one night are six. Usually, I'd just get three jumps, or two when I'm lucky. The more jumps I do, the sicker I feel in the morning. So, that time I had five jumps a night, I felt like dying in the morning." Eli went on. "Nik and Noah gave my dreams names. The white room, the free fall, the graveyard, the horde, the dark side, and the beach. In the white room, I'm trapped inside a room that's white everywhere, with no doors or windows. No matter how much I scream, no one can hear me. And then a door will somehow eventually appear, and then I will go throug

he said softly. "To me, no matter what name you go by, you're always just you. But to you, Mr. Y is Mr. Y, and Yoel is Yoel. I can tell the difference, and I'm afraid you might not. I'm afraid that if you see me, you'll feel deceived or hurt. "I'm afraid that even the smallest thread of connection we had could vanish completely."

"Then we'll listen to you, Mrs. Johnson." She glanced up at Raymond shyly, but instead of meeting her gaze, he seemed distracted, his mind elsewhere. Tracy's heart lurched. Her eyes reddened as she muttered, "Raymond…" Raymond snapped back to reality, completely oblivious to what they had said. Gritting her teeth, Tracy said, "Mrs. Johnson says we should register our marriage tomorrow so that our baby can be legitimate in name and status." She looked at Raymond expectantly, waiting for him to respond.

the host says, “DMG. Not DMZ. What does it mean?” The host has just made a dad joke about the DMZ, as in the demilitarized zone between South and North Korea. “DMG,” Nathan explains, “stands for Dreamlike Misty Gray.” “Dreamlike Misty Gray. Oh wow. Sounds very poetic. As leader, did you come up with this name, Cyber?” “Yes, I did.” “Could you tell us why you chose this name for the group?” “Well, actually, it has something to do with my late hyung Shadow.”

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.