Name Meaning Dreams Novels & Stories

I just want to go back home… Was that place really my home? That night I cried myself to sleep. I had no recollection of when or how I fell asleep, but I knew that I had fallen asleep and entered the land of dreams when I saw him and felt his presence close to me. Just like the dream that I had before, this dream felt so real. The man wore a black mask but now I knew that he had a name. Why am I seeing prince Leonard in my dreams?

She finally concluded that she needed a name for him, something she could call him, hoping the act would give her some attachment to him and so she came up with one; Liam. Liam was the beautiful stranger from Elena’s dream. She spoke his name at will, she started having imaginary conversations with him, asked him questions about her work outfits and even breakfast and she always imagined his answer. From the outside, it would seem like she had lost her mind but even though she had not, she was close to it. So, on Thursday night, after one week of waiting to no avail, Elena went to bed without the thoughts of Liam. She took two tablets of melatonin and made up her mind to have a long dreamles

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

--- As the afternoon passed, Leo's questions became more serious. They always did eventually. Children were curious about everything. The world. Life. People. The future. Leo stared at the sky for a moment. Then he asked quietly, "Mama, what is a dream?" Naomi blinked. The question surprised her. "A dream?" Leo nodded. "People always talk about dreams." Naomi looked thoughtful. Then she smiled. "I think a dream is something your heart hopes for." Leo considered this carefully. "So your paintings are your dream?" Naomi looked down at him.

I'm no prophet, so I need to understand the purpose of my dreams. This has never happened to me before. I know these dreams are here as a warning or protection. It's hard to admit that because many people are so consumed with being mystical. They'll think I'm somehow in a deeper realm or on a supreme level because of a dream. Dreams come through much activity. Dreams are compared to the abundance of words spoken by a fool, meaning most are frivolous or meaningless. I don't need people attaching some flattering title to me because I'm having nightmares.

I let out a shaky breath, thinking of the best lie to tell him. “Tell me, Nadi. What baby are you talking about?” he demanded, sounding husky. “Veer,” I let out and a line appeared between his brows. “That’s Veer’s affectionate name from me.” He hissed. “You two have gone nuts,” he sneered and stood up from the bed. “I want to go home,” I declared. He turned a cold, gloomy stare at me. “Please.” “Say that to the birds. I

"Ethan, I appreciate your concern. These dreams... they feel significant, like messages from another realm. I must decipher their meaning, for I fear they hold warnings of impending danger." Ethan nodded, his face etched with determination. "Then we shall face this challenge together. Let us unravel the threads of these dreams, untangle their cryptic messages, and find the key that unlocks their truth." And so, we embarked on a joint journey of exploration and understanding, guided by the whispers of my subconscious and the shared resolve to protect ourselves and those we held dear. We sought the counsel of experts, immersing ourselves in conversations with dream analysts and spiritual guide

Natalie said. "I'll see what I can do." Seth nodded. But he didn't look too hopeful. "Is it as simple as a name?" Emily shook her head. "No, silly. It's their unique Dreams number or account number. Dreams doesn't work with names and surnames. One of the reasons why all these men and women love it so much. The anonymity it provides. There, they are just a series of numbers that will take a while to trace back to their real-life identities."

"What did you dream about?" "She was on an island. Her hair was all weird. And some ugly women called her a strange name." "What name?" "Astrid." I settle my hands on his shoulders gently. "It was all a dream, okay?" "No." Another near whisper. "It was one of those dreams." "What do they mean?" "They scared mommy to death, because they always happen."

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /