What Dreams May Come Novels & Stories

I dream of Maya. I no longer doubt that our souls are connected in a way I can’t explain. Even in death, she still finds her way into my dreams. I don’t fight it. I welcome it. Every time. I wake up with blue balls, but I don’t mind. If it’s Maya I make love to in my dreams, I’ll take all of it without complaint.

"Because every day you look worse." "I appreciate your honesty." "You never appreciated honesty before." That made me pause as I looked at her. "How would you know?" Maya closed her laptop slowly. "Because I knew you before all this." Again answers that say something without saying anything and I was getting tired of it. I took a sip of coffee before speaking. "I keep having dreams." Her face changed slightly. "What kind?" I shrugged. "I don't know." Maya frowned. "You always say that."

A dream is something that anyone can have, you just have to close your eyes and picture it, and there you have a dream, but many dreams don't come true, that's the reality of the world, and if some dreams do come true, it will be because of hard work and determination or pure luck, and Lennon was sure that his dream came true because he is lucky enough to be hallucinating, that must be it. That was what Lennon thought before Maya asked him if he heard what she said, he wasn't sure what reality was anymore so she asked: “What do you mean?” Lennon asked, a bit confused and shocked, he didn’t comprehend what Maya said because, in his mind, Maya would never accept him and be willing to date him,

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

First was money. Well, that was easy. He waited until the old man was busy elsewhere, then snuck into the “hidden” safe. So much money was piled up that his parents wouldn’t miss five hundred. Or he hoped they wouldn’t. Father seemed very busy this week, disappearing for fourteen hour stretches and Mother had come and gone. She was now dragging little Catherine around to another set of beauty pageants. Oh, screw it, this was his chance. Even if he had to pay off Hell afterwards, it would be worth it to fulfil his wet dream fantasy.

she whispered in her mind. The creak of the opening door brought her back from her luxury of rain. A black suit coated young man entered into the office room, wearing rectangular full rim glasses matched with his face shape. Myung-dae nervously glanced at her, he could feel his body already sweating, then looked down at the file he was holding in his hand. "Miss Choi," he slowly stated. She swiftly moved from the raindrop covered window and sat in the chair, ignoring him totally. It was her, Choi Dea. The famous and mysterious Chief Executive Officer of the top cosmetic company in Korea, 'Dream Shade'.

Mareili felt cold shivers tickle her spine when she felt Joachim look at her and worse... he was glaring at her with so much coldness registered on his face. She began to contemplate, did she do anything wrong? Did her mouth mistakenly slip, making her say something that may have displeased him on the phone? Or... was her dress embarrassing? Did she arrive late? No, she was sure his plane just arrived now so there wasn't a possibility that she arrived here late. Then what must have brought this icy expression from him?

Matthew tossed and turned as he moaned desperate words, but his eyes weren't opening. "Matthew... Matthew! Matthew wake up!" June urged as she shook Matthew wildly. Matthew's breath was starting to get unstable. But Matthew was in the middle of a violent dream. A nightmare. His dreams were wild, and what was happening, was really happening. In that dream, Matthew was unconscious underwater, which explained why he wasn't breathing well.

he threatened "You already know what will happen if a slave like you disobey her master." He added. "I'll be there." Mayari then hang up the call. Then continued to sip on her wine and smoke. After that she throw herself to bed and let her nightmares begin. But there is something agonizing about her dream, because this is not just a normal made up movie by her head, this a nightmare depicted by her own memories of childhood both sadness and glee. She was awaken by the screech of a glass being smash to pieces after hitting the hard floor. She tried to sleep back but more shattering noises stabbed her ears like knives.