Tell Me Your Dreams Novels & Stories

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

After what happened between I and my parents I have decided to let go of my dreams of studying abroad and focus more on my Education . Since I can’t have that I should hold on to the one I already have. Things have become a little bit different at school. Actually, things have changed and these days I am more on my own than with friends except for a particular student who is always around me at times. My face flushed red when I thought of all the times we've spent together "What are you smiling about "

He still looked outside and seemed to be understanding my dreams. "Why are my dreams like that?" I asked and he looked at me again. “I don’t know but all I can say is there are meanings to it,” he said, frowning at me. "What does that mean?" I asked more. "It means that you have to be careful, there are people you don't know who is looking for you, who might have bad intentions towards you," Max replied.

I sought out. "Why is that?" I sigh, "I'm not sure why I keep having dreams. I've learned over time that dreams hold extreme meaning. I just don't know what the meaning behind them is." I give a shrug, biting my lip. "And the other thing?" Leigh nodded over to me. I don't know if I trust her enough for that just yet.

“Yeah… Do your dreams tell you things sometimes?” She nods, unblinking. “Do they tell you if it’s going to rain the next day? Can you taste it?” Another nod, but her lower lip begins to wobble into a smile. “Do your dreams show you… what’s going to happen the next day? If your mom is going to read a specific book at bedtime or pack a specific lunch before you leave for school?” Her mouth widens into a grin, showcasing a missing tooth. “Yep. Why?”

“I do. Why do you think I let you camp beside Brandon’s bed? He can control both your dreams, which lessen the night terrors. But you have the power to control your nightmare, too.” “I’m not a dream walker. Dreams come to me only when they want to.” “That’s true, but you can make up your dreams, right?” “I don’t think so…” “Have you never tried daydreaming before?” He cocked one eyebrow as a challenge.

a dream can be a vision of what might be. Maybe your dream was telling you something. Maybe it was telling you about what you want, and what you need." Tela looked at me, and her eyes were shining. "You think so?" she said. "I do," I said. "I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will love you and who will run with you through fields of flowers. I think your dream was telling you that you want to be with someone who will be there for you, through good times and bad. And I'm the person, the right one for you.

Rune. “I’ve been having dreams. Horrible gory dreams.” I sat cross-legged with my hands gripping my thighs lightly as I spoke. “Can you tell me about these dreams?” Fay asked, inching closer to me with her fingers intertwined with the other. With a deep breath, I narrated my dream to her, telling her how it was reoccurring with the little details in between.

My lips parted and closed, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not I decided to just spit it out "Did you used to have dreams when you were my age? Or do you have dreams now?" Her brows raised and then furrowed "What kind of dreams?" I laughed nervously and shrugged "You know, just dreams that are so vivid that you remember them when you wake up. Dreams that seem to show you glimpses of the future" She eyed me with that strange look that made me uncomfortable again "No sweetie, I don't have dreams like that. I barely remember whatever I do dream about when I wake up and I most certainly do not see glimpses of the future"