Younger Dreams Novels & Stories

… I knew I was dreaming because somehow, I was looking at my twenty-two-year-old self. Waves crashed against the rocks. The sky was pitch black, dotted only with scattered stars. At the edge of the cliff stood the younger version of me, wearing a thin dress that billowed in the wind like the outstretched wings of a seagull. She lifted her head and smiled at me, warm and gentle. "You’re here." I stepped closer, staring at her bright, youthful face. Without realizing it, tears had already begun streaming down mine. "I'm sorry, I let you down."

Barely. “Detka...it’s just a nightmare. They come to me all the time, it’s ok...damn, I can’t believe you’re really here.” Vasha’s shaky voice broke the lucid dream I was having, and I pried my eyes open to find her caressing my right cheek fondly. Her green eyes appeared lighter in the pitch black of the room we’d been sleeping in.

"I don't think your going to have anymore fainting and reliving dreams than from the research I did on the in-betweens that have lived to document there lives. Granted it’s not very many but the ones that did all stopped reliving their lives in dreams when they remembered the years closest to their age or didn't miss anything important or monumental to their life. Which means you'll dream like the rest of us vampires and humans alike." "That is going to be weird because for the past sixteen years of my I've dreamed of my ten months in the womb and my fist birthday to my fist outing from my house when I was ten that I'd been trapped in since I was born just so I could stay alive. Now I'm trap

" - - - - Saturday evening was so bored and quiet, having dinner with Joachim was worse. He paid less or no attention to her, his earphone blocking literally his hearing and his cell phone distracting his sight, that Mareili felt he wasn't even there at all. She had to rush her meal, leaving him and rushing to take her bath. After bathing, Mareili sat on the porch as she watched weak sun disappear into the horizon. The clouds rumbled, and for some reason Mareili thought the rain and the sun were fighting for dominance over the earth, this was what her mother made her believe whenever the rain threatened to fall and the Sun refused to vanish. When the sky turned grey, and the horizon released

he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “there’s something bothering you. Won’t you please tell us? We just might be able to help.” “Well,” I said hesitantly while refusing to look at anything other than the cup of tea I held in my lap, “it’s just that every so often… not a lot, mind you, but every so often I have these dreams… about… err…Luthias.” “What type of dreams?” grandfather asked. After a long hesitation, I said, “Romantic.”

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

Third person's POV Maraïda's beautiful dream soon turned into her worst nightmare. One minute she was enjoying her life with Jared and their child as a happy family and the next, her happy family transitions to her birth family, and soon everyone is replaced by tombstones and her dream turns into a nightmare. In her dream, she first sees young girl, about twelve years of age, kicking off her shoes as she enters the house. Blonde with big ice blue eyes, she's tired, she looks like a middle school sophomore.

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

JERAH My nightmares were back. The very one I had been having for as long as I could remember. Since I was a kid. For a period of years, they stopped. But now, they're back. And it's frightening. I called them nightmares 'cause I hated them so much. I hated how scary it was and how chilling they always made me feel. In my dreams, there was always two of us - myself and a lady that looked exactly like me. But everytime,it was a younger version of ourselves. Like we were around seven to eight years of age.

Lauren looked at them coldly and took out a Pokeball and tossed it up in the air and Gengar came out and looked at the surroundings, he saw that people where terrified and three of them were about to piss their pants, then he looked at Lauren and understood that his master was pissed and laughed at the misfortune of those three who were on their knees. Lauren "Gengar use Bad Dream, then Dream Eater" Gengar just laughed and attacked Meowth, Jessie, and James with the following moves causing them to become mindless zombies as they suffered from scary dreams then suddenly assaulted by Dream Eater caused them to become mindless people. Gengar finished it off and sent them flying as he went back