Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace

On the night of our wedding anniversary, my wife Nicole Lohan's wedding photos with Steve Burdol trended at the top of the search charts. Everyone mocked me—the husband of Harboria's richest woman, living like a kept man. Over eight years of marriage, I had fought, argued, and even reached such a point of despair that I once contemplated jumping from the rooftop with our son. Yet, Nicole had only looked at me with an unwavering expression, saying, "Andy Shaw, can you please stop making a fool of yourself?" After that, I did as she wished and stopped prying into her affairs. I put our son to bed punctually at eight, then liked a social media post from a gossip account praising her and St

Each tower shimmered with sound, vibrating faintly in the shared field. He opened his journal, its pages filled with sketches of neural harmonics, social feedback loops, and dream resonance graphs. His latest entry read: > “The Echo-born are changing again. Their dreams are overlapping—shared imagery, shared emotions. No evidence of manipulation or control. They call it the Dreamspace. A place between waking minds.” Anaya approached, carrying two cups of chai. “You’ve been watching them for hours,” she said gently. Raven smiled wearily. “They don’t realize what they’re building. Every night, they enter a shared landscape—cities of light, rivers of memory. It’s becoming… architecture.”

The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower. One evening, after a long day, Adrian lay in his bed with his eyes closed, feigning sleep. The room was dim, lit only by the glow from James's laptop screen across the space. James, assuming Adrian was out cold, kicked back on his bed and fired up some p**n.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

"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 don’t know either of them, but I’m not strong enough to fear them either. Somewhere in my mind, I hear Rocky call out a single word. “Wraith.” How did they get onto the property? Are they ghosts here to take me to the underworld? Are they even real? Am I hallucinating? My heart beats slower. My head gets heavier while my vision gets dark on the edges. Why can’t I feel Rocky? In the distance, I hear a wolf howl. Lavender? Rocky? I try to keep my eyes open, but the powerful drug takes over and I slip into a dark abyss.

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.