Wedding Dream Novels & Stories

Don't feel like this have to be an argument. "Why don't you tell us how your dream wedding would be?" Susan says to me and I have to take a moment and think about it. Once I had a dream of how I wanted my wedding to be but I never even come close to that. Taking a sip of my coffee before I look up at Susan and answer. " I don't have a real dream wedding. For me, I could just get married on a beautiful beach with family and friends. Have a bouquet of deep red roses and a beautiful wedding dress. I don't need anything more!" I honestly tell them.

I tipped her chin and captured her eyes with my gaze. "Need I say darling, this woman, is over the moon about being married to you. I'm loving it already. Tonight is our wedding night, let's make it work," she ended with a wink. After that, we ended up in each other's arms, but I just couldn't shake off the feeling that a turn of events were soon to unfold and I wasn't going to like them. I shook off the feeling as I drifted off to sleep. The next day we went sightseeing and it was obvious to everyone around us we were newly wedded, for we never let go of each other's hands. I felt on top of the world, my earlier doubts forgotten.

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.

“I remember when you asked why I suddenly refused to marry Ryder after moving in with him and insisting that I wanted to marry him. That was because it was around that time that I started to believe my dreams. A few days before the wedding, I had three dreams, and all of them came to pass. One was about the dress Mrs Willow made me wear. Another was about an accident that happened during the ceremony. Claudia, Ryder's cousin, had purposely slipped and poured what she was carrying on me, right at the moment I was being asked my vows. It was after this particular dream came true that I realized my dreams were becoming reality.

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

However, that night the dream he had was the worst dream he could have ever dreamt of, and never again would he ever want to dream of it again. Starting off at such a clear, beautiful blue sky, beautiful sunlight of a warm April day. Just as he stood still in one place, watching Wang Yi-An in a puffy white-wedding dress, glittering with diamonds that could only be worthy for his beloved. The pink and white roses that was place in each row of the benches, wrapped and decorated in silky white ribbons. A church filled with an audience in which he can never see their faces, because the only person he has in his eyes was Wang Yi-An, and her only.

"Really? What was it about?" "Our wedding. We were getting married," Paige replied. "Hmm, that's interesting. Tell me more." "Well, it was on a beach. There were beautiful flowers all around—lilies, roses, and many more. There were so many people there, and my mom was there too. Strange, right? But everything about the dream just made me happy. Everyone I loved was there, and we said our vows to each other. It was so beautiful; it felt so real." "Well, if you're having dreams like this, who knows? Perhaps the future is closer than we think." Zach told her.

Last night, instead of dreaming about the woman I was supposed to marry, I had a wet dream about that dumb maid—Ella. I woke up in a sweat, heart pounding, images of her flashing through my head. We had sex everywhere—kitchen, balcony, bathroom—hell, it was in Vegas, of all places. I’d decided not to sleep anymore if this was how my mind wanted to play. I mean, who the hell dreams about fucking a servant in Vegas the night before their wedding?

, I said sitting on the cold grass and close my eyes for a moment ,feeling the soft wind brushing my hair lightly. And suddenly it happens ,again that golden hues flash in front of me making me open my eyes. I turn my head slowly to look at him . He is also sitting beside me with his knee bent and his hand circling around his legs , his bangs are falling on his head slightly covering his eyes too. Like a lost child he is staring at the sky full of stars. "Can you believe if I say that the person I see in my dreams comes in real life", I said in a whisper.