Nct Dream Dear Dream Novels & Stories

Rumors exploded overnight. By morning, Crestwood University had turned the previous night’s party into entertainment. Screenshots of the moment Noah had stood up in the Truth-or-Dare circle were already everywhere. Someone had slowed the video down so Noah’s voice—low, amused, and sharp—played over dramatic music: Care to explain, Ace? The clip looped endlessly in group chats. Ethan Vale closed his phone and dropped it onto his desk like it had burned him. Outside his dorm window, students moved between classes as usual—sunlight on brick walkways, bicycles passing, people laughing. But somehow, everything felt different.

When her phone didn't beep with her expectations, her irritation levels shot up the roof, and she finally plucked up the nerve to address the real reason for her frustration. Aunty Viv picked up on the second ring, almost as if she, too, had been watching her phone like a hawk, waiting for her to call. "Natalie, what can I do for you?" "Hi, Aunty Viv, I can't access Dreams. I keep getting a 404 error code." Natalie bit her bottom lip and half-heartedly watched a trio of women—supposedly inspired by TLC, a girl group from the 90s— make a fool of themselves on national TV with their off-key singing and equally cringeworthy rapping.

she replied. Her mother sighed. "Okay fine," it replied and walked towards her door. Before it could go out of her room, it speak again. "Just prepare for your work so you can see what your dream man was doing with another girl," her mom said jokingly. She rolled up her eyes when her mom finally went out of her room. Nicole was a Lucid dreamer. She can control her dream and the characters in her dream. She can be what she wants in her dream. She can be rich, powerful and influential.

Was it a dream? ***

Chapter XXVI Walking Paradox I tightened my grip to the medal as I stepped forward to watch the river. It was past midnight, and I just woke up from having that unexplainable, confusing, and strange dream I had. I didn’t have any good feelings about it. It might be something my creative mind created or it might also be a message from the gods. But as much as I wanted to believe that she’s a god, a part of me said it’s ridiculous. I’m still a kid after all, with a strange mind.

I would have to be content with my dream love for now. Admittedly, although I could easily claim that I’d grown quite attached to the man in my dreams, I was beginning to feel the same way about the one fussing over the pillow behind my head. Although he was more reserved than the Marc who shared my slumber, I could see a lot of similarities in his behavior, humor, and topics of conversation.

August would taunt me to no end. “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one yet! With love, Josie ✨

"Please believe that I'm truly loyal to you. You have my vote, but Dr. Cynthia ... I have to show my respect first." With that, Sadie darted into the crowd like an arrow. Cynthia's achievements were known to all. Sadie's biggest dream was to receive guidance from Dr. Cynthia, even if it was just a few words. Such mentorship would surely elevate her medical knowledge. Maisie could hear Sadie's voice from afar, "Dr. Cynthia, could you please give me your autograph? You're my idol!" Maisie was left completely dumbfounded. She raised an eyebrow and her face was devoid of emotion, making it hard to discern her feelings.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."