Strange The Dreamer Novels & Stories

The room spun as I fought against the encroaching darkness, leaving me with an unanswered question and a sense of vulnerability in Emma's arms. Once again, that same strange dream enveloped me. The familiar scenario replayed—the same dark room, the cold embrace of the concrete floor, and then the arrival of the mysterious figure, the one who came to my rescue. In the dream, he exuded a warmth and comfort that invited me to lean into his presence, and an unexplained yearning lingered even after waking. The peculiarity of the dream left me contemplating its significance. Strange. The moment I awoke, a palpable tension hung in the air. The entire room seemed unusually quiet, and an inexplicable

A dream is also a reality, a hidden power of the mind that holds the truth,” Cara often reflected on this belief whenever her thoughts wandered back to the strange dream from her past. As a child, Cara had been bright yet naïve when she first encountered that vivid, bizarre dream. In it, she met a boy she believed to be a childhood playmate. He was quiet and reclusive, and while the other children rejected him, treating him as though he were mute due to his shy nature, Cara saw something different in him. She understood that he wasn’t disabled or unable to speak; he could communicate just like anyone else, but he seemed to keep to himself. Something about him drew her in—something no one els

The young Dreamer looked embarrassed. “Nothing.” The boy glanced at the little stars in the sand. “They don't look like nothing.” The Dreamer hesitated. Then he whispered: “I think they're stories.” The boy smiled wider. “Then tell me one.” The memory ended. Ama gasped. The quiet voice beyond the door spoke again. He always wanted someone to listen. The First Dreamer finally answered. And you always wanted one more story. A strange warmth passed between the two voices. Not anger.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

he whispered into my ear. In annoyance I threw his hand from my arm, and because of my sudden movement I almost fell again, but he swiftly managed to hug me so I wouldn't fall. Damn! This man must be looking for an opportunity to grope my body. "You deliberately want to grope my body!" I accused him while struggling in his arms. But he just tightened his grip on me and he didn't seem to let me go. What a strange man. I was really surprised by this sudden change in his demeanor. Could this guy have bipolar too? Oh no! Why did God give me such a terrible husband like him? No wonder he wants to marry me. If he didn't have all kinds of strange disorders, then he would have preferred to marry the

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

"Anyway, are you all right? I mean, it's extremely unusual to see you, Valerie Farrell, the highly dedicated employee of Kiwi Incorporation, set aside a lot of time or should I say ‘spacing out." “Y-yeah, I'm alright, it's just that I had a strange dream last night,” The blonde female responded as she finishes cleaning her desk and organizing her paperwork. “Why? What exactly do you mean by strange?" The short-haired girl questions, perplexed as to what kind of dream her friend had. “It just seemed so real.” She responded before changing the subject and grabbed her belongings before leaving with the short-haired girl.