The Dream Nba Novels & Stories

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

“Are you awake?” “Yes. What of you?” “Yes.” Liam answered, “I couldn't even sleep.” “Hmm, let me guess, you couldn't sleep because you missed me?” Liam chuckled, “That and something else.” “What?” “It's probably nothing,” Liam replied, “I might just be overthinking it.” “What? Tell me.” Luke insisted. He sighed, “They say that there's this new kid in the team that's sponsored by the school, just like me. His father was a legendary NBA player back then but got injured which made him retire.”

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.

"It's very nice to meet you Dream." The balance shifted to excitement as Ben's acknowledgment was accepted. "Ben Shepherd of the 'Bronze Man' Ben Shepherd?" Danny asked to confirm. Ben winced and nodded. Danny's grin widened and he looked over his shoulder at the big man behind him. "Killah, you have some local competition for having the biggest-" "DREAM! Please!" Thomas gasped and his younger brother grinned in victory. Getting his brother to use his new name was always a battle. Dream pointed over his shoulder. "You know he used to be called Killah D because of the size of his-"

Jersey #20 Luke Sullivan, 22 — Smooth steals, slick moves. Jersey #55 Atlas Price, 23 — Unstoppable defense, always got your back. Jersey #14 Dylan Knox, 28 — Skilled, seasoned, and always in control. Dylan was a former NBA player who lost everything after one mistake. His team lost an important game in 2023, and his friends quickly turned on him. Carlos believed he deserved another chance, and Grayson agreed. Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once.

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

he asked back and looked at the woman. "Well, I'm very happy now with this glamorous woman," Jacob said and looked at the woman. Nathan was stunned when the woman smiled at him like an angel. "Anyways, this is-" Jacob couldn't continue what he was talking about when everything went black. Nathan sighed. Jacob's dream had ended. Maybe he woke up. That's right. Nathan was in dreams. Nathan was a dream traveller. He can travel in anyone's dream but he couldn't control his dream. Anyways, he's not dreaming. He's real.

Typically my dreams are pretty average, or I think they are since I don’t usually remember them. And this was pretty normal. I was sunbathing by the pool with my brother and cousin Zoe, dishing about guys cause, well, that’s what we do in our free time. André has Zoe and me cracking up mocking his recent lover who claimed he could take a good dicking but bitched out three inches in. But everything took a left turn as André froze midgesture and as I glanced at Zoe, and she was frozen in laughter. What in the world is going on? What is derailing my dream?

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).