Romans & histoires Romantic Dream Short Story

She hoarded the dreams privately, examining them in the mornings before she was fully awake, not ready to say them out loud because saying them out loud made them real in a way that felt simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. Dante told her first. One grey November morning, half asleep, face in the pillow, he said into the mattress — "I dreamed about a little girl last night. She had your stubborn mouth and she was running toward the river and I was trying to catch her and you kept telling me she was fine." Danielle went very still. "Was she?" she said carefully. "Fine?" "She made the ridge," he said. "She was incredibly fast." "Dante." "Mm." "I've been having dreams like that."

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

“Baby, you are the dream I never want to wake from, and the story I never want to end.” She giggled, her laughter like music. “Alright, you’re more of a writer than I am. You’re such a hopeless romantic.” Her eyes sparkled as she blinked and pointed at the lamp beside me. “I want you, tomorrow.” “Sure, I love you,” I replied, pulling her closer. Falling asleep with her in my arms felt like living in a dream I never wanted to escape. She was my everything—my reality and my fantasy. Her heartbeat, so close to mine, reminded me that even when I woke, she’d still be there, a constant presence in my life.

“You’re changing me. Dangerous.” “No,” she said gently, “just… softening the edges.” A beat of silence stretched between them. “I dreamt about you,” he said. Her breath caught. “What kind of dream?” “The kind I wouldn’t be allowed to say out loud in polite company.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in a lazy, tender kiss. “You were laughing. Wearing a white dress. And there were flowers everywhere.” “Sounds like a wedding,” she teased. He froze slightly, then covered it up with a half-smile. “Maybe my subconscious is more romantic than I thought.”

The soft rustle of the sheets was a lullaby that carried her towards the realm of dreams, where stories unfolded like petals blooming in the sun. With a heart full of love and dreams, Mama Hazel closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting towards the promise of tomorrow. The night was a canvas upon which new adventures awaited, new characters beckoned, and new tales whispered their secrets in the shadows. In the realm of dreams, Mama Hazel found herself in a world where stories danced and imaginations ran wild. Together with Theo, she embarked on a journey through landscapes of wonder and realms of enchantment, their hearts intertwined in a symphony of love, creativity, and shared dreams.

By the time Jake was done narrating the ordeal, my whole face was red and my heart was drumming ferociously in its cage. Truth is, the dream was about Jake and me. Jake was Cephaus Demario and I was Cleopatra. Both of the characters from my favourite romance novel ‘Chained lusts’. In the dream, Jake and I were getting intimate. I have been having such dreams ever since the night that he and I kissed. I never expected that I would blurt my dream in my sleep. I wonder what he thinks of me now. Oh no, what if he thinks that I am a pervert whose only intention is to get in his pants? I have to do something before he starts doubting my intentions.

"I dream of a life filled with adventure, of exploring the world hand in hand with you. Writing novels that capture the essence of our journey." Zara smiled, her eyes reflecting the dreams he wove. "I want to create a home where love is the foundation, a sanctuary where our story continues to unfold." The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving dreams and aspirations into the fabric of their shared future. They spoke of places they longed to visit, books they yearned to write, and the simple joys that would define their everyday existence. The sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow on their entwined forms, a visual ode to their newfound intimacy.

In less than a couple of minutes, the girl fell asleep deeply and sweetly. ...Ira had a wonderful dream. She was hugged by a strong, kind and caring young man. She felt how his soul sparkled, how his pure and noble heart beat. The young man slowly stroked her back and whispered tender words that the girl could not understand. He pressed his lips to her cheek, covering her face and then her neck with gentle, barely perceptible kisses. Ira exhaled quietly. She simply could not - and did not want to - resist this wonderful dream. But the vision receded, slipping further and further. A strange feeling - the dream dissipated, but the young man hugging her remained. Ira opened her eyes and met the

The man in that dream can never be me because I was sure my heart was racing and I was falling deeply in love with her. It was only her face that I couldn't see, but every other feeling was purely real. For the first time in my entire life, I dreamed of a girl. Not just any dream, but a romantic one. The most ridiculous part was that I didn't know who Ava was or what she was doing in my dream! I should hate love, right? I should be cold over anything related to those love feelings and affections. Why, then, did this happen? Now I think I really needed to meet Ava. She has to explain to me what charm she was using. There must be something fishy!

I must be blushing very hard now, and I noticed he saw my red cheeks and furrowed his brows, so I had to cover my face. I couldn't keep on looking at his face; it was too perfect to be real. This man looked like a god! I wish I could kiss him. I wish he would lift me off the ground and carry me in a bridal style while I wrap my hands around his neck as we both enter the heart of the garden and enjoy its beauty, chatting and laughing together. Oh... What a romantic dream I slipped into. impossible wishes that could only happen in my dreams and imagination "Answer me." He huffed and released his hand away from me instantly. I landed on the ground with my back straightaway, destroying all those