The Man In My Dream Novels & Stories

I’m panting heavily and suck in several deep breaths, doing my best to calm myself down. “Holy shit,” I whisper as I grab my phone. It’s 11:37 p.m. A dream. Just a dream. I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair as I try to calm myself down and regain a grip on reality. I listen hard for sounds of anything happening down the hall, but I don’t hear anything. So I was just dreaming. I could have dreamt about anything in the world, but I chose to have a dream where the man who bought me from my father as payment for his gambling debts was in bed with another woman, and I was jealous.

Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm. ………………………………………. Let’s get back to my sister’s husband. I went in search of him to have a hearty discussion, at least he should know a thing or two that I don’t know, maybe he might even know of a way to go back and forth to the dream world. I saw him seating on a chair all alone, I wasn’t sure what he was doing, that ignorance almost cost me everything. I went ahead and called his name but I didn’t get any reply so I went further, that was when I discovered he was saying something in a weird language, a language I later discovered that it was the dream language.

Oddly enough, he has a very strong will, which I envy. I just want to rip his clothes off. "Fine..." I concede, watching him leave the room, switching the light off behind him, ready to take Eyla back home for the night. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep. Being in pain all day is exhausting, however, tonight, it seems as though I'm plagued with nightmares more than usual. I see a man in my dreams. He's tall, enigmatic. Everything about him is shadowy, almost impossible to decipher, except for the piercing green eyes of his that stare back at me through the darkness.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

I asked inwardly, still examining curiously. Then it clicked, the answer flashed through my mind. Series of my dreams for the past three years flashed into my mind And realization drew on my face as the face of the man in my dream became visible. “ It’s him” my eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck!! This can’t be happening!! MY HANDSOME DREAM MAN IS REAL? I felt faint instantly. I couldn’t believe I was seeing clearly. My eyes swept on his entire body, like I was searching for something. Something to believe that I was actually seeing him and not a fragment of my imagination or dream.

With one last stroke to my neck, he growled out; Mine! You are mine! ❀ Every night I always have this same dream about a mysterious man. It started when I clocked 18 a few months ago and ever since, it hasn't stopped. And the dream always ended with the same words 'You are mine!' and he would leave like he was blown by the wind. I let out a loud scream as a bucket of cold freezing water was poured down on my body. I jumped out of the bed fearfully staring at the furious figure before me with widened eyes.

“I’m less scared when you’re here. That’s the honest truth.” Something in my chest softened quietly. “You’re scared?” “Yes.” He said simply. No performance in it. He pulled me back to the bed and we sat facing each other, close enough that our knees almost touched. “Tell me.” I said. He exhaled. “I’ve been having dreams. The same one, more than once. It’s been keeping me out of myself.” A dream that would put someone in that state? “What kind of dream?” I asked. “A woman. I can’t see her face. Just her outline. Her voice.” He turned the information over like he was still trying to make sense of it himself. “She told me if I want to know who she is, I should ask my father.”

Garcia Flashback “Did you just say dream?” I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart skipping a beat. God, he was beautiful, like something carved out of my fantasies. I nodded slowly, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. Though, I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be this….older. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t think I was into older men. Are all older men as hot as you, by the way?” I ran my mouth without thinking.

It's disgusting but you should see how he looks and how horny I was. I leaned to where he had been and pulled out my dick stroking myself. Imagining he was the one. Using the same tempo and technique he had used. I came so fast and so hard that I almost backed out. After catching my breath, I walked out of the movie room and snuck back to my room curling into bed. ……….. Next morning. I woke from my dream with my pants soaked. Of course, I had dreamt of the mystery man, but this time his face was clear. It wasn't a mystery man. It was Dante.