Pick Up Lines About Dreams Novels & Stories

The wound still felt raw, like it was just yesterday. My head hung low, deep in thought. This time, it wasn’t solely on Adeline but rather a little invader, haunting my dreams. “It’s the damn dream, again,” I said, frustrated, running my fingers through my long, lush hair. Heather looked at me, worry evident in her eyes. “Zeeb, look, I feel you’re forcing meanings into those dreams, finding a bit of closure in them. Everyone has dreams about people they’ve never met. So please—”

I've waited a long time for this. Me: I'm also happy, Sky. It feels perfect. I reply to him with a smile on my face. Sky: Sweet dreams, Trouble. Dream of me. I've been dreaming of you for so long, now it's your turn to dream of me. Me: What kind of dreams are those? Sky: They're wild. But don't worry, I'll show you soon. Now good night. Me: Good night, Sky. See you tomorrow.

“Last night I dreamed of taking you on a hot air balloon ride through the Mexican Alps. The wind was blowing your hair in your face, but you were laughing and smiling at me with love in your eyes.” “Yesterday’s dream was of us enjoying a five-course meal on the deck of a river cruise in the Netherlands. You wrinkled your nose when they tried to serve you kibbeling, but you practically begged for more of the Gouda and Edam cheeses.” “Watching you try to follow along while we learned to make pasta from scratch was the highlight of last night’s dream.” “You have no idea how real the dreams feel, Jenna. I cannot wait until I can have you in my arms again and we can begin to live them.”

"What is wrong with you? Why didn't you sleep? You were tossing and turning all night." I pushed myself up on my elbows, my hair a mess, my eyes burning with exhaustion. "I was dreaming," I said, my voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. "I was dreaming of a life where I’m finally divorced from you. The sheer joy of it kept me awake. It was a beautiful, peaceful hallucination." The irony was clear in my expression.

“Did you dream about me last night?” He always asked about my dreams, I had told him about the one with the red wolf. It had started weeks ago, the wolf always stood at the edge of the woods watching me. Sometimes it came closer but disappeared quickly and I would wake up sweating. I only told him once but it happened almost every night. He had seemed pleased that day. “Yes, I dreamt about you.” I lied. He brushed my cheek. “Dreams mean something, they’re not just your imagination.” He said to me. “If you’re seeing me in your dreams, then maybe I’m your soulmate.”

He smirked at me and said, “so tell me more about these dreams cutie." I walked off and he ran to catch up to me and said, “come on cutie you can't leave me hanging like that. You don't have to tell me everything just give me a little to think about." I said fine and I stopped walking and looked around making sure no one was outside. I said since you want to know so bad, I have had a few dreams where we are together and some other stuff happens and you tell me you love me. Happy now? He smiled and said,

You asshole, have a bad dream tsk! I couldn't help but smile slightly. It's irritating, why do I feel like this! No matter what comes out of his mouth, I can't get annoyed, I even feel thrilled! From: +639********* Okay Good Night Babe, have wet dreams. If you need someone to cuddle with, I am one call away. I am free anytime. Only for you. Sweet dreams.

He chose his words carefully. “Something like what?” Lincoln gulped, “I was in my room at midnight when I was awoken by his screams.” “Screams?” “Yes. It was as if he was fighting someone in his dreams… more like a nightmare… he was pleading and begging…” “He still has those dreams?” Evie mumbled to herself, but loud enough for Lincoln to hear. “So you know.” “What exactly was he saying in those dreams?” Evie enquired in intense curiosity. Oh, boy! I wanted to play Cupid, not interrogate! Lincoln thought to himself as he gulped. I'm such a fool! What if she tells him and he gets mad and hurts me again and…

I didn’t recall the faces or figures I was dreaming about or any one person in particular. But I’d later realize I was fantasizing about one particular hunk. I felt a little guilty about the dreams and didn’t say anything to Luke, not that he’d ever been the jealous type. But my subconscious was behaving like a cock-struck girl, and it embarrassed me— even when those dreams left me feeling lusciously spent or even better, all revved up for my husband, who I more than once pounced on in the morning. It was after one of these morning hookups that Luke said to me casually over breakfast: “So, which Jake are you dreaming about? The one from my office or somebody else?”

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.