Younger Dreams Novels & Stories

I laid back down attempting to get comfy, saying goodnight to the moon I drifted back to sleep. In what felt like just a few minutes later I opened my eyes to part of the sun kissing me good morning and my alarm blaring. Releasing a moanful sigh, I get up clicking the alarm off. It’s five in the morning and I have many chores to complete before the house wakes up. obviously, a voice which is not mine says in the back of my mind. Wondering what or who that voice was at first, I ended up dismissing it thinking it was my inner thoughts. The nightmares get worse with every passing night, the closer it gets to my birthday the harder the dreams come. Some nights I dream of being back in the early

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m

It was likely that they knew who this boy was. ‘Who is he?’ she couldn’t help but think about the blue-eyed boy. Now that she thought about it, he was only 11 years old. That was one of the youngest ages to be recorded in the Dreamscape. Not only was he young, he had the aura of an earth realmer. He was very outstanding by the standards of the True Universe. “If no one has any more objections to the information, the 1st elder would explain the circumstances to you all” Fairy King Haaland announced and left the task to the elder seated directly below him. His words meant that all the attention he was receiving fell on the 1st elder instead.

H-how o-old are y-you and w-what's y-your r-real n-name? He chuckles while saying; "I'm 39 years old and my real name is Parker." The rest of the weekend flew by quicker than I would have liked; one of the things I can say about this time is that Riley still makes me horny as fucking hell and I kept catching him and Julia starring at me and Riley would go as far as winking at me or smirking at me. I'm so confused as to why a couple would be that way toward me; I'm nothing special, just a messed up kid who is in their way as well as a burden.

"Kaya, should I really have to explain to you what these dreams are? Every hormonal teenager has had them at least once in there-" "Don’t say it” I cut her short, a disgusted shiver running down my spine, before shaking my head wondering how I was going to get it through to her, “ You don't understand. These dreams are very, VERY real. They feel so real, Every touch, every scent. The visuals are magnificent like it was frickin 8k. Like the first time he came to see me I dreamt I gave him some milk downstairs in the kitchen. The next day, Aunt Lily scolded me for finishing the milk and I saw that there were two empty glasses on the kitchen counter. "I explained,

"Good. It's almost your 18th birthday. Your dreams will continue to get more vivid until you face the truth." How did she know about the nightmares? I tried not to talk about them in front of Ginny at the dinner table. But it's a small house. And maybe my mom told her. "What truth? They are just odd dreams like the doctor says. Apparently something to do with puberty." I sounded like I didn't believe it, so why should Ginny. "You know that these are no ordinary dreams. You're a smart girl. Have you ever believed in destiny, God, or fate?" She leaned closer to me.

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

Dennis seemed to sense something off about me. His expression faltered briefly before he suggested, "Why don't we leave now? Find somewhere to relax for a bit." I looked up at him, smiling faintly. "Let's take the yacht," I suggested. "A night cruise. We can watch the sunrise tomorrow." … In the car, he started discussing plans for the next day. "I've already prepared a birthday surprise for you. Once things settle down, let's start planning for a child. How does that sound?"

They occurred once a night until just before my 20th birthday. During several of the dreams, the male and I would talk about our past and our hopes for the future. We would talk about things that annoyed us and our pet peeves; or we would talk about the small things that made us feel happy and at peace. Sometimes, we would talk about much less serious subjects, such as the human world, movies we had seen, and books that we had read.