Old Dream Novels & Stories

As I slept my brain brought back images of the night before. His hand stroking over his cock, sliding so smoothly, hand squeezing firmly. In my dream my hand trailed over my body as I watched him. My fingers lightly sliding up over my feet and legs, over my belly and up under my long t shirt to softly run over my aching nipples. I moaned at the feeling. No, I would never touch myself. Only bad girls do that. The feeling did not cease though and in fact grew stronger. I slowly opened my eyes to slits, seeing I was in my own bed somehow, staring at my own wall. The sensation of fingers stroking my aching nipples did not fade.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

I hugged her crying and she tried to calm me down. -What's wrong? -Mother, I had the strangest dream you can imagine. A winged man was chasing me wanting to take me with him, I wanted to wake up but I couldn't and then another man appeared who said he was my father. -Calm down, it's over. -It's not the first time, it's been three nights in a row that I dream about the same thing. -It was just a dream, don't make a big deal out of it.

She looked down at me, her eyes drilling into mine. "Do you dream?" Elodie asked, her voice dropping into a low, testing cadence. "Specifically—a place you have never been. A language you were never taught." A sudden, violent jolt went through my chest. The air in my lungs turned instantly to ice, but I forced my exterior to remain a perfect sheet of stone. "I dream of ordinary things," I said, keeping my tone level and entirely unbothered. Elodie didn't look away. She stared at me for a very long, heavy time, as if she were trying to peel back the dark contacts in my eyes to see the truth underneath.

In the back of his mind, the Utterance was screaming. Not words. A raw, primal howl of recognition that shook Jack's consciousness like an earthquake. The ancient dreamer who had spent nine billion years in compressed darkness had just remembered something it had been designed to forget. IT IS THE FIRST DREAMER, the Utterance shrieked. THE ONE WHO DREAMED MY MOTHER. THE ONE WHO DREAMED EVERYTHING. AND IT IS NOT ASLEEP. IT WAS NEVER ASLEEP. IT WAS WAITING. "Waiting for what?"

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

they say on unison " ok for the last two nights i have been having some weird dreams, where I'm in a field and there is an ancient forest in the distance. Then I notice the biggest wolf I have ever seen in my life emerge from the forest. And something hissing a chant off in the distance, I still have no idea what the chant means. Then I turn to run away. And get attacked by the wolf which rips my arm off" I raised my sleeve and showed them the mark from my first dream " them last night I had the same dream but there were two wolves and they rip me in half" I lifted the bottom of my shirt and winced at the pain that was still there. "Then this morning at breakfast I gained my wolf her name is

" Olivia, I would like to ask you a question and I would like you to answer me honestly" Olivia felt apprehensive but still she answered " I'll give you an honest answer" " When I was eight years old, I used to have this strange dream, I had a grandfather and he always calls me little Olive, we would eat together and we would watch the stars together, then after a while, these dreams stopped and now my question is, was it really a dream, little Olive?" Olivia's face had gotten ghastly pale and she almost dropped the phone in shock " it was you! "

Olivia In the enveloping darkness of my dream, I felt strangely at peace. Around me, the ethereal landscape pulsated with life, taking the form of a vast, moonlit forest. The canopy above seemed endless, silver beams of moonlight piercing through the dense foliage, painting dappled patterns on the forest floor. “Olivia,” a deep, resonant voice echoed around me. It was so familiar I recognized it immediately, yet it was also otherworldly and far stronger than I had heard it before. My wolf. “Do not be afraid.”