Quotes About Good Dreams Novels & Stories

Alexis #song Max -Lights low Alexis Dreaming is good . What's even better is remembering what you dreamt during the night in the morning. .. However there comes a time when you need to wake up and stop dreaming. The question I always ask is; Why should we stop dreaming ? I have a tendency to answer my own questions while I talk and try and make sense of whatever the hell got me curious . You see dreams in a way are like reality .What you do consciously affects you at a subconscious level. As much as dreams are your brains way of escaping reality ...dreaming is your subconscious's way of making sense of your true nature ; about how you feel, what you really think of someone , and what scares

"That sounds like a delightful dream, Angela. Your imagination is truly magical." Angela beamed, feeling a sense of pride at her vivid dream. "I love dreaming, Ma'am Maria. It's like going on adventures when I'm asleep." Ma'am Maria brushed a strand of hair away from Angela's forehead. "Dreams are special, my dear. They allow us to explore new worlds and discover things beyond our waking reality. And even when we're asleep, our thoughts and desires find a way to express themselves." Angela's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Do you have dreams, Ma'am Maria?"

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

retorted Hue. Kith explained, "I know, but don't get confused. Having bad dreams in reality is never real because those dreams are mere games that Reality created to keep the humans occupied in their sleep. She showed it to them for a purpose, and in reality, most dreams contain embedded messages that she wants them to find, be it a dangerous mission that is impossible in the real world, facing your worst nightmare, and so on. It's like finding hidden treasures, and she did it for their well-being, mental growth, empowerment, ideas, and so on. Some, though, get pure dreams or mere dreams to relax their weary minds." "So?" asked Hue.

Constant self introduction. After my vacation with Nicholas, it was like I woke up from a long dream. I had so much fun every day when we were together. But in dreams, we might want to stay there much longer. Keep dreaming and wish not to wake up anymore. But you have to remember that it's just a dream, not a reality. You need to wake up, leave that dream, and stay awake to face reality.

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.

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.