Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Vira finally asked, since Mom ignored me. "Nothing." She was doing that thing again. When all the attention was on her, she suddenly pretended to care about me. To try and make me feel less sad that I never get attention. And she doesn’t need to know my nightmare anyway. I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Last night, I was being chased by three wolves. We were all in wolven form. Crazy, because I rarely shift. But those wolves were after me. What made it scarier was the fact that I didn’t recognize them. They were larger. Definitely not from this pack. They chased me along the pack's border, running fast and closing the gap as I slowed down. I burned out quickly because, honestly, I’m o

He is really going to stay there all night. Part of me wants to open the door. Wants to let him in. Wants to feel less alone. But I cannot. Not yet. Not until I figure out what is real and what is just the bond pulling at me. So I go back to the bed. Lie down. Close my eyes. And somehow with Adrian on the other side of the door I finally fall asleep. The dreams come but they are strange. Fragmented. I am running but I cannot see my body. Just trees blurring past. Wind in my face. The feeling of freedom. Of power. Of something wild trying to break free inside me.

Her red eyes looked at Myra, who trembled her fingers and quickly turned away from Aaron. "Myra?" Her Mate whispered in shock when the concerned's eyes turned red in turn Really.. what is happening???? Has the curse become stronger, or has someone developed it? “I want to give up, but it’s not exactly giving up people, habits, or things that keep haunting me, I think it’s a different kind of abandonment, it’s me, who wants to let go of myself, to jump from a very high place into the air Like an eternal hug, to fall and fall, to feel the threads of the world intertwine with my body, for life to drive me crazy until I lose my mind, to sleep so much that I do not differentiate between my dream

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

God, Laila, seriously? I even goo.gled stuff. Most of what I read contradicted everything James told me and everything I saw. None of it felt real. None of it felt true. But I couldn’t text James—not after everything. And definitely not to ask the mountain of questions piling up in my head. And then there were dreams. Sometimes terrifying—me running from a wolf I knew I couldn’t escape. Sometimes confusing—half memories, half twisted hallucinations of a hundred wolves charging through trees growling, fighting, or leaping playfully like dogs. My subconscious won’t let me forget.

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.

Sebastian because of an arrow, Natalie being stabbed in her stomach, Aiden's neck sliced open and Samantha being ambushed by a wolf. I wrung my hands as I looked at the trees, not ready to walk to the cliff. I knew the pack was under the threat of rogues and that a pack of rogues was threatening the pack but I didn't know that it was this bad. Was my dream trying to tell me that it was, in fact, this bad, that everyone I loved was in danger? Desperate for an answer, I slowly walked in the direction of the cliff. I desperately wanted to turn around and not get assaulted by another person dying, but I knew I had no control over these dreams.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m