Novels About Dreams Novels & Stories

I dreamt of wolves this time. The next day in class we were given a few options of novels to read for our next humanities project. For some reason I was immediately drawn to one with a wolf on the cover. It felt like an instinct, picking that one over the others. I wondered briefly if it had something to do with the dream I vaguely remembered from the night before.

"Of course not miss. I'm not implying that. I just mean that you can have a safe and warm place to spend the night if you want to." "And you're telling me that if I want, I can sleep, even if I'm already sleeping?" Both gentlemen at the table smiled, not laughing about what she said. It was just one of the funny happenings in the City of Dreams. You could indeed sleep within a dream. Mostly, those were sleepless, short periods within the bigger dream in which the mind is rested and was good, especially on emotionally demanding dreams like the ones in the mirrors. And then there was the myth that almost nobody believed that there were people that could dream within that dream, that most peopl

“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

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Wynter was waking groggily as well. I sat up. "What in the fuck." I said, as Wynter reveled in my thoughts, re-living my dream. "Damn, Rayne, you've been having some weird ass dreams lately." She chuckled. “I don’t really understand what in the fuck is going on, or why I keep having these dreams. This one was just like my last but different. And who the hell is Raphael?” I mumbled. “I have no idea, but maybe you’re dreaming this because of the book you read in the pack library?” She replied. I nodded, she was probably right. I had read stuff in that book and I had been thinking about it all recently, trying to decipher it.

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

“I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true." Silence fell for a moment. Only the rain filled the space. Then Lily smiled slowly. She leaned forward. "Emma. We have suspected for months. We've seen the way you blush when certain scenes come up in our book club readings. The way you get quiet and dreamy when we talk about power dynamics. We have been waiting for you to trust us enough to say it out loud."