Sometimes A Dream Needs A Push Novels & Stories

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

The dream, with its cryptic messages and shadowy figures, had set the stage for a saga that transcended the boundaries of mortal and supernatural realms. Carlile, the stalwart companion by my side, nodded in silent affirmation. Together, we embarked on a quest to defy the threads of destiny, determined to reshape the narrative that unfolded within the tapestry of dreams. The shadows of the past may have cast their pallor, but in the crucible of determination and alliance, we sought to forge a different path—a path where the echoes of a dream could be rewritten and the inevitable rewritten.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

“I am to train under Sven in . . . dreams?” “See what I mean?” said Rosette. “My apologies, I should have explained this to you before. To dreamfeed, you just play with your cunt—don’t cringe, girl, it’s part of your body—and imagine the individual whose dreams you wish to enter. Imagine them clearly in an erotic fashion. If they’re sleeping and you’re doing it right, you’ll enter their dream. If you need to force yourself awake, you can either die in the dream, or fly straight up, as high as you can.”

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.

Or at least trust the part of me that wants to move forward. That night when I go to bed, I don’t dream. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what I needed.

"Mom, I just don't know what I want. One time it would be him another time I will be pushing him away. I just don't know what to do" She had always been looking for someone to pour her heart too, someone who wouldn't judge her and talking to her mom right now she knew she had find the right person. "Maybe you are scared that you would ruin it, that you are not perfect, that he might leave you for someone else. But it's not true, you just need to figure yourself out,move out of your safe zone sometimes"

he pinches me again. We both pause, stare at each other, Then— Pinch. Pinch. Pinch. “Stop it!” he yells. “You started it!” I yell back. “Are your fingers made of stone or what?” I yell again, feeling the impact of his pinches. “At least I don’t dream about shirtless men!” he shoots back, pinching again. “IT WAS A CONFUSING DREAM!” I pinch again. "Well, dreams are a way to let out things you won’t admit you want!" He pinches again.

"I love places like this." Malisha snickers. "And yet, you are always the first to get tired and use a spell to get to the top." Mirabel glares at her. "Have you not heard of the saying, 'Work smarter not harder.' Iris and Kimora giggle. Malisha walks quietly behind Kimora, and even though she told herself she would not do that, she can't help not thinking about the creepy dream she had. In their world, dreams were no something to take lightly especially if they weren't good dreams. Her mind keeps on drifting to the dream. She had come here to get a break on all that had been happening, but of course she could not get a damn break even on the first night.