Old Dream Novels & Stories

“The call?” “Yeah. Oh boy. Okay. Keep your voice down. Avoid excessive activities in the Dream Realm, if possible. It’s a secret, okay. Keep this between us, here or there. You’re a Dreamer like me. We’re almost ready to go back online, shall we say. We’re the first to have access but it’s not safe. If the wrong people find you. Well, you could find your life cut short. So, say nothing. Anyway, I caught a little of your life. Sweet mate you got. Give him a break. He screwed up and wants to fix it. Don’t ask how I know. It’s just a sick skill. But he wants to fix things. What you’re seeing now, that’s the real him. Happened because of a jerk elder.”

The dreams returned that night, darker than before. Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion. And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

I fall asleep curled up on the fifty's pillow, feeling its exquisite aroma, which soothes my soul. I had a dream I was dying But I found nobody there And if one last night is all that we've been given

, the old lady whispered to Odin's hearing. 'Ehmm, black wolf, do you think she wants to harm me? I am scared you know' Odin thought. The reply came sooner. 'No, there is someone who she wants you to meet. You have met this person in your past' the black wolf answered. 'Past? Do you mean to tell me that, my dream was real, that I died and I was reborn?' 'Oops, didn't mean to say that, got to go'. 'Black wolf'

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 ✨

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.

* That night, Layla had a dream. She was eighteen again, but unlike her usual nightmares, this one was peaceful—no storms, no blood. She was hiking up a mountain, a backpack on her shoulders, surrounded by birdsong and breathtaking scenery. She snapped photo after photo, her camera filled with vibrant images. But in the dream, time was a blur. One blink, and the sun was already setting. Standing at the mountaintop, she watched the sun dip below the horizon, its warm light bathing her. The gentle mountain breeze wrapped around her, like a comforting embrace.

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”