Old Dream Novels & Stories

I sent a voice message to a pinned contact with a grayscale profile. “Mom, I nailed the audition. “The orchestra conductor said they have room in the dorms, so I’ll be moving over tonight. “I’ll be on my own now, Mom. Don’t you worry.” The text was sent successfully, but a reply would never come. Out of habit, I took out my obsolete phone and texted myself a “you did great” emoji before packing my bags. The lights downstairs were killed, and ten minutes later, a car pulled up outside the manor.

Yet, with each tear shed, a weight lifted, and the darkness began to recede. The wise old man remained a silent witness, a guardian guiding me through the labyrinth of my own memories. In that sacred space, I embraced the catharsis, allowing the healing to commence. I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, a presence that drew me from the haunting embrace of the nightmare. As I turned, the wise old man enveloped me in a comforting side hug, his frail arms offering an unexpected but reassuring strength. His touch was tender, a balm to the wounds inflicted by the dreams that lingered.

“Come sleep on me. I promise I’ll protect you from those bad dreams.” A smile drifted over my lips as I scooted down into the nook of his arm. He was so warm and comforting, it amazed me that he could banish the bad thoughts in my mind so easily. “What did you dream about? Or do you not want to tell me?” Cillian asked as he played with the tips of my hair. “It was weird. I was back at the sacred oak tree, and it looked sick, like it was dying.” “That’s not a good sign,” Cillian whispered.

People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same. Feeling a little embarrassed at the hunk standing over me with such concern, I hid my face childishly under the soft white pillows. Groaning out loud and wishing I was not in this situation. "Shh my sweet baby, you're safe now." He pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in his strong aroma. Was I still dreaming. Thoughts of my old pack house popped into my head filling me with guilt. "Please. I need to go." I mumbled trying not to make contact with those eyes of his. God I wish I could lose myself into him and forget everything.

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Slept well? Ash: Yes Ash: What is that about dreaming of me? Olivia: I'm not replying until you ask back Ash: Sigh Ash: Did you sleep well Olivia: I can hear your deadpan tone from here Ash: Great, because it's accurate Olivia: And yes, I did, actually, woke up feeling like a mosquito smashed by a paper roll after waking up, but I slept well Olivia: Work has been hell, though, and I still have four hours to go after lunch

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

she was an Adult and he wondered why she had to be thinking this way. ****** they drove fourteen miles down homer slottan school of glory to pettinggills, and as far as to the famous Blum's store. Adulf caught the blues in his eyes. he boredly drifted to sleep behind the Taurus where Bruce and Damaris Cain voice rattled like ungreased wagon wheels. Adulf fell in love with a girl in his dream-- she had really beautiful eyes. he dreamt of her always, and he called her Sara, only he always woke up as though it'd been a nightmare than a pleasant dream.

You do not need phone or something when Lilly is there she is complete fun. "Thanks ,but this is not the way you wake someone on their birthday". "Well I don't want to but you are not waking up and seeing your sweaty head I got hint that you are seeing that dream again so I thought to save you ", she explain herself. "So tell me, I save you this time?" She asked, no said while flipping her hair. "No". 'You come Too late' I replied pressurising on too. Well Lilly know about my weird dreams and from the day I tell her she is obsessed with saving me. It's like some drama for her where you wait for another episode to know what's gonna happen. She did the same.