Strange The Dreamer Novels & Stories

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

A face I had never seen. Yet somehow knew. The sight made my chest ache. Why? Why did it hurt? Why did I feel like crying? Why did I miss him? The stranger stepped forward. His mouth moved. I couldn't hear the words. Then everything shattered. …. I woke before dawn. Breathing hard. My face wet. Tears. I was crying. Again. I didn't understand why. The dream already felt blurry. Slipping away. But one feeling remained. A terrible feeling. A lonely feeling.

My vision became clear, and I said with a hint of surprise, “Dr. Frost.” I remembered the scene from my dream and felt a flush of awkwardness. I had just been enrolled in college. Before the semester started, a staff member told me that the dormitories were under renovation, so I was assigned to an apartment by the college. Since moving in, I had trouble sleeping and kept having many dreams. My neighbor, Steven Frost, was a psychologist, so I went to his clinic for help. I had not expected to have such an intense dream during the session. When I thought about the dream I had, my face grew warm again.

"The Auditor could not see me. None of them could. The Weavers, the Shareholders, the Creditors. They all knew something was here, but they could not perceive me. They built walls and shields and prisons around the place where I sit, but they never looked through the window." "The First Dreamer did." The figure's eyes brightened. Not with light. With warmth. The specific warmth of a grandparent being told that their grandchild had been asking about them. "The Dreamer." The figure's voice trembled. "Yes. The Dreamer found the window. The tiny hole in the membrane. It would press its awareness against the glass and whisper to me. Stories. Things it had learned. The concept of risotto. The conc

Never. I soon rise to my full height and stare at the mirror. She doesn’t ask—the old woman, I mean—but I figure she might be curious about this young stranger in her house who is acting weird. “I started having these weird dreams after I met Hunter…” I begin, noting how the bandage on my forehead has disfigured from the scrubbing. “…and there’s the unease.” I grasp my shirt’s neckline in a fist, kneading the latter onto my chest as if trying to weaken the knot tied in it. “I feel… something bad will happen again. I know it. Hunter… he’s going to do something.”

Yet it felt undeniable. ⸻ “Who are you?” Ilyaan asked. ⸻ The stranger looked toward the endless horizon. ⸻ Then answered. ⸻ “The person you’ve been searching for.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “The Real Dreamer.” ⸻ 🌌 ⸻ 🌙 No Crown, No Throne Ilyaan expected something impossible. A cosmic being. A god. A monster. ⸻ Instead… The Dreamer sat down beside the ocean of light.

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.

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.

"And besides, for example, he is Alpha Ross, I don't think he's in that view that he can hurt a woman like you. His face is more gentle compared to Alpha Denver who is always grumpy that even if you just look at him, he will give you a glare as if you committed a crime." "I didn't see that characteristic in him either," Siena interjected, "To be honest, what I see in him is sadness and like he's craving your attention. And then from what you're saying, hmmm..." She rubbed her chin looking at the floor. "He knows you, right? And he's asking about your wolf. In-case it's true, I'm sure he didn't do anything cruel to you. But well... we're not sure either, we both don't know who you really are

The man was furious with me, how could a sexy dream be furious with me? I rolls my eyes and scoff “you are just a figment of my imagination, that I am dreaming about right now! I belong to no one!” The stranger looked at me with a devious smile. “Is that so?” he asks. Suddenly I was not completely sure how real this dream was!