Name Meaning Dreams Novels & Stories

“So, you’re going to take over for your dad?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” “Sorry. I figured you would, I mean, may want to do something else. You seem bright enough.” “Dream parks are my life. I wouldn’t want to do anything else.” He stopped when he heard her call it a dream park. “Why do you call it that?” “Keep walking. I call it a dream park because it makes the dreams of so many a reality. It also allows so many to dream big.” He had to jog to catch up to her. Despite being a foot shorter than him her muscular legs moved far quicker than he thought they would. “That’s a good way to think of it. Dreams made a reality.” Mentally he stored that tidbit away for later use.

He shook his head in reply and Dream remembered that she still don't know his name. "By the way you still have not told me your name," She noted while turning to look at him. "My bad! I'm Romeo" He smiled, putting his hand forward for a handshake. "Dream," she responded, accepting his hand shake. "I know," "How did you know my name?" "Err—i heard it from the NASTIES," He had hesitated to answer, making Dream to become suspicious of him. The bell rang signifying the close of school, Romeo and Dream were still in the library chatting.

“Because you fired her?” He didn’t answer, but the faintest twitch of a smile betrayed him. I could almost see it, a small version of Dream, taking everything far too seriously, probably scaring adults with his silence. “What about now?” I asked quietly. “What about now?” “What do you dream of now?” He looked down at the glass in his hands, swirling the amber liquid slowly. “Dreams don’t mean much when you’re running an empire.” “Sounds lonely, and ironic, considering your name IS DREAM” I said before I could stop myself.

"What kind of dreams?" "Running through a forest. A cabin with someone... I can't see their face clearly. Training grounds and the sound of wolves. A diary." She looked up at me, and there was desperation in her gold-flecked eyes. "And sometimes, in these dreams, someone calls me a name that isn't mine." "Nyx," I breathed. She nodded slowly. "I told myself they were just dreams. That you'd planted ideas in my head with your questions. But they feel too real to be just imagination. Too specific."

NICK'S POV "Nick get up, you would be late for school" my nanny woke me up. Being the best basketballer was not an easy feat but it has helped me with being popular and loved by most girls. I had this weird dream about a girl who told me her name was Pearl. It was a bit disturbing but I could not let go of the connection I felt towards her in the dream. "Well, it's a dream," I said to myself. In case you do not know me I am Nicholas Santos, you can call me Nick, the guy of every girl's dream.

Their experiences were somewhat similar to his. He continued to watch. After three years, I finally woke up. During these three years, I had a long dream, in which he was there. I felt so shy, as I dreamt of getting married to him. In the dream, we were very sweet. He would hold me, kiss me, and do intimate things with me. We had two children, a boy and a girl. What is a good name for a child? How about Kristopher for a boy and Kendal for a girl? I think they sound really nice! I feel a little shameless, though.

Both constellations united the stars into one, forming a symmetrical connection, delicately outlined on that canvas. Further down the work, there was a name: "Dreamer." He assigned her that name because that naive young woman seemed to live in a bubble outside of reality, full of innocence and tenderness. He didn't know how he was convinced at that time to follow the current of her craziness, to a young woman he had only met once and who he tried to find again, but who he never saw again.

She heard the footsteps getting louder. "Being in the same situation every waking moment is just not fair. You find ways to get away from them but they are stubbornly persistent." Ruby opened her eyes and looked to her right. The voice didn't belong to Dexter, but she'd heard it before. It belonged to the horse keeper's son and she could not remember his name, at least in the dream, because in her real world he was called Tony. "Uuuhm". She looked at the almost full moon nervously, then looked down to her feet.

I care for him, yes, but love, no. Now to the dream. I'm heartbroken it wasn't real. The way I felt in this dream, the things I saw. It was so real. This dream had to have been the universe showing my soulmate to me. Why else would I have a dream about someone I've never met before in my life? He's out there somewhere; I know it. If we had exchanged names as he wanted, would I be able to find him somehow? So stupid, I mentally slapped myself at the thought.

The way it happened and the warning I get from the dreams. "Dorian… are all my dreams true or is it just my crazy imagination playing tricks on me?" I asked, looking up at him. He was about to say something, but the loud ringing of his cellphone stopped him from saying anything, and then he excused himself from the room. A while later, he came back into the room, sitting down beside me on the bed, "Is there anything else you might want me to know?" He asked. "What does Alpha and Luna mean?" A look of shock passed over Dorian's face but he quickly masked it up, "Where did you hear that from?" He asked.