Pick Up Lines About Dreams Novels & Stories

"And what of you, Jace? What were your dreams?" The question hung in the air for a moment, laden with unspoken memories and untold stories. Jace's smile faltered slightly, a shadow passing over her features before she spoke. "I suppose I dreamed of finding love," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of being swept off my feet by a gallant knight or a handsome prince."

How much of our relationship had been a lie? “I’ve been thinking, I said slowly, choosing my words carefully. “About us, about the future. There’s so much we need to discuss.” She tilted her head to look up at me, her eyes bright with curiosity. “What do you mean?” “I’ve been having some strange dreams lately, I continued, keeping my tone casual. “Dreams about someone else, someone who feels… familiar, even though I’ve never met her. It’s been bothering me.” Her smile wavered a bit, a look of doubt passing over her face. “Dreams can be strange,” she said softly, her voice carefully neutral. “They don’t always mean anything.”

He said seductively. "Oh, God!!!" She groaned which earned a chuckle from Colton. "Of course, sweetheart. And you know that I'm being sincere. I mean, what's the essence of having dreams? Doing what you don't do or you've never done in reality! If only you would be honest and tell me what those dreams entail." He smiled at her. "Never!" Mia mumbled. "It's that bad, hun!" Colt took a glance at her with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I will always try to be on my best behavior around you. It's what you deserve." "Please tell me this isn't a dream," I laugh through my tears. My eyes are probably already red and puffy. "I will be so sad if I wake up alone inside my room. You don't realize how many dreams I've had like this." Noah laughs in amusement. "Do you often dream about escaping from your own wedding?" "No!" I exclaim but laugh with him. I've missed hearing Noah's rumbling laughter. His whole face cracks open like the sky after a storm. "Being with you—that's what I dream about."

“If you get a job now, you can start saving for college. You’re smart, I can see it. You could get a scholarship. You should be thinking about your dreams, not wasting your energy on a stupid boy who doesn’t know what’s right for him” I looked down at the table, a small smile finally tugging at my lips. He made it sound so simple. So possible. “I’ve never had dreams” “Everyone deserves to dream” I shook my head and tightened the towel across my body. “Where do you see yourself after high school?” Julian asked I was silent for a minute but then the answer came easily “Far away from here” “Now that’s your dream. Leaving this town and making it on your own” A little smile graced my lips

When she finally lowered her hand, her voice was unsteady. "Shared dreams sharpen with proximity." "What does that mean?" "It means that when bloodlines carry certain traits—certain sensitivities—the connections between them can manifest during sleep. The closer two connected individuals get to each other, the more vivid the dreams become. The more real." She met my eyes. "If you're experiencing what I think you're experiencing, then whoever is on the other end of that dream isn't just reaching out from memory. They're getting physically closer to wherever we're headed."

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

Then laughed. "You have no filter, do you?" "I'm tired," I said, my cheeks burning. Why did I even say that? He leaned back, studying me, his gaze stayed on mine. "What else is in that unfiltered brain of yours?" I should have said nothing, but he was looking at me like he actually wanted to know. "I dreamt about you," I said. He lifted his brown eyes. What kind of dream? "The kind I shouldn't be telling you." "Say it."

“ I get so pissed that they are just dreams, and sometimes I'm so mad that I hope not to see the dreams again.” “ Hmmm! You should dream, my dear. What do we have but dreams that became reality? What are we but our dreams?” I spoke gently like it was an internal monologue. “ Little or great, every dream is valid. Our dreams are valid. And as a girl, you should dare to dream. Every waking hour. And let your subconscious spin it into the dreaming world. If it lasts for a moment, it is worth it. Many have more nightmares that keep them off the soft sheets of their bed.”

Marie Have you ever heard that ridiculous saying that delusional people share on their F******k, no offence, the one that goes something like the reason you can't fall asleep is because you're awake in someone else's dream. That quote. I can't believe people actually believe that. But then again sometimes, when I'm wide awake in the middle of the night, what if that's true, and if so who could possibly be dreaming about me? Is it the love of my life or a complete stranger? Is it my mom or my enemy. We can't control our dreams is what people often say, then why is it that most of our dreams revolve around the people we care about the most or the least?