Tell Me Your Dreams Novels & Stories

Cara was still deeply immersed in her thoughts as she sat at her desk, scribbling in her diary. Her pen glided across the pages with a sense of urgency, trying to record every detail of the dream that had been haunting her since her therapy session. Her therapist, Jean, had told her that documenting her dreams was crucial to unlocking their hidden meanings, pushing her to be as thorough as possible. It wasn’t just a casual assignment; it was part of her journey to better understand herself, to untangle the threads of her subconscious mind. The idea of writing fiction about her own life felt strange, almost surreal, but Jean had explained that it was a way to externalize her feelings and memo

Well that's what I thought. "Ok if you say so. So Layla, what is your dream" I asked. "I just said let's not talk sad and here we are once again" "Is your dream sad? How can anyone dream be sad? They are supposed to make you happy" I was confused. "Well dreams can be sad if you aren't able to follow them," she said while giving a half-smile. She was very mysterious. I wanted to know more about her and that's why for the first time, I was interested in someone's else life. I wanted to tell her that dreams can be followed. I wanted to help her in fulfilling her dreams. ____XxX_____

"What's wrong?" Kelly, my best friend asked and I gave her a confused look. "You have been brooding all day" she said, worried laced with her voice. "Its nothing, I just" I hesitated "I had a nightmare last night, a very scary one" "Nightmare?" She laughed "is that what's eating you up? She asked. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "Come on, cheer up. You are 18, don't be scared of nightmares now" she teased "its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so.

To my surprise, he listened intently, nodding his head every now and then. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "It's not uncommon for people to have vivid dreams. Dreams can be a reflection of our subconscious mind, trying to work out our fears and anxieties. But in your case, it seems like your dreams are causing you distress. We can explore some techniques to help you manage your dreams and reduce their frequency." I nodded, unsure of what to make of his words. Part of me wanted to believe that it was just my imagination, that there was nothing truly wrong with me. But another part of me couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to these dreams, something that I couldn

And besides…this was the first time I was hearing about this. “Was that all the dreams showed you? Is there anything more?” I asked, wanting to know if this had a deeper meaning behind it. “Not really… This dream usually comes in the early hours of the morning and my mother often tells me that dreams around this time usually come true but I don't understand Mikalya. How can such a weird dream come true?”

She turned back to the roses again and asked, “Why are you looking for me, dear one?” “I have been meaning to talk to you about something,” I said as I walked to her right side. I then explained, “I have these dreams that feel as if they are true. They feel as if they are some sort of memories that I know nothing about.” I added, “You used to give dream interpretations. And I’m hoping that maybe you can give me some answers.” “What are your dreams about, exactly?” she asked whilst she cut a few dead roses. “Some are memories about a happy family. But the recent ones are about me and my family. We were in a sinking ship,” I replied. Nana stopped.

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

Knight asked with a worried tone. I avoided his eyes and I sat properly. I’ve been dreaming a lot of weird things lately. It all started when my life was taken from innocence. I thought it was just a normal dream at first, but as I got older, I noticed how frequently I dreamed, not to mention how those dreams are connected, like they're a story. "It’s much worse today," I whispered. "How come? Did you dream of flying dragons now? " He laughed. I gawked at him. How would he react if I told him that it’s not just flying dragons but wolves that fight with swords that could kill only them? I shook my head and decided to just keep my mouth shut.

My dream is over and now I'm awake. ... ...