Novels About Dreams Novels & Stories

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

They needed to understand this, to find reasons and then only they could save themselves. They talked for a while, just random things before Art opened a book, with a title: Dreams and Nightmares. Interpret the impossible by one Godolfin Garriette. "Here... oh, it is said when two people are fated – or ill-fated – together by something greater than the power of the worlds, sometimes, as a premonition, an omen, they would dream the same dreams – in our case it is nightmares and ill-fated." He wrote whatever she read and looked at the book.

Hello everyone! Thank you all for reading and for your continued support! I have enjoyed reading your comments and reviews. The votes I have received have been a blessing. Thank you so much. After chatting with my fantastic editor Sherry, we have decided to combine all of the three books in the series into one book here on GoodNovel. Book One, When Dreams Become Reality, is now completed. After you have read the author’s note, the next chapter will be the start of Book Two, Tanner’s Unrelenting Soul.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are. ¨DUrsula K. Le Guin,?The Farthest Shore

It helped me as a writer, so now I hope it will help me sleep. Stepping into the water, I glide beneath the surface until only my neck and head are above the waterline. It feels good to be encompassed by warmth. If only everything were so simple. What if all this is real, and I’m not hallucinating? What if I am actually being visited by a Sin, who lives in a territory halfway across the land? I’m not sure where I must have read about him, to start having dreams about those eyes, but it was surely in a late night reading session where I fell asleep with the book on my face, and woke with no memory of the last words I read.

I've been searching for the so-called library for three days with no results. Aside from that, another thing occupying my thoughts is… my dreams. I still don't get why I keep dreaming about those strange people. I think it's trying to force me to learn something. I look forward to nighttime the most. I want to see what happens next, to figure out the dreams! To make this happen, I need to fall into a deep sleep, one that I won't wake up for a long time until I grasp the meaning of the dreams. Funny enough, the dream always finishes in the same manner — ends in where the lady dies after childbirth, then the man wallows in grief. I guess understanding my dreams is a priority, something I can d

"No, it had two but they were huge antlers. Gigantic." I shut the journal. "You were right when you said you have really odd dreams." "The descriptions don't do the dreams justice, alright," he said, sitting up and propping himself on his elbow. "It's hard to put your dreams into words because sometimes they're so bizarre you just can't describe it in a way that'll make sense to anyone but you." "Yeah, that's true." I rested my chin in my palm, looking at him. Nova was still in a deep sleep, and so Eric and I sat on his mattress-bed on the floor of his room, reading through his journals.

The ceiling is pitch dark, as usual! The beep of the alarm clock is where the dream breaks every time. It has broken a zillion times over the last eighteen years. When I had seen this for the first time, while writing the novella, which I had burnt after the break-up with Junali, it wasn’t as clear as I see it now. Back then, it was just a quick monochromatic movie-clip kind of a thing, where Mr Rushdie congratulated me on winning the coveted prize. As years passed by, the dream also gained more clarity. Especially after I had started reading profiles and biographies of Booker winners published in newspapers and magazines. In fact, in the last one and a half months, watching interviews of th

Am I dreaming about the story of Lady Louise and Prince Luthur? “Anna, can you get me books in the library about Prince Luthur and Lady Louise? Anything about them will be much appreciated,” I ask her. She was busy tidying my hair but agreed to it. “I will, Lady. Why the sudden interest?” she stop brushing my hair. “You see, the dress from yesterday was a dress from Lady Louise. I just wanted to know more about them. The library in here should have them,” I said as point my finger towards the dress. She said “Okay!” her hands thumbs up. If my dreams are related to the past, why am I dreaming about them? Shouldn’t it be someone from the family? Does the flowers I see in my dreams also means s

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.