Dream Face Novels & Stories

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

Everyone out there saw her as the reliable one the friend who baked cookies for bake sales, volunteered at the shelter, and never missed a family dinner. Sweet Lila, with her neat ponytail and cardigans. But tonight, as she gripped the edge of the sink, her mind replayed the fantasy that had haunted her for weeks, the one that made her pussy ache with a hunger she could never admit aloud. She imagined him Jake, her brother's best friend, the one who'd crashed at their place a dozen times over summer barbecues. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy grin and callused hands from his construction job. In her daydreams, he didn't see the good girl. He saw the slut begging to be used.

How could anyone on earth look this much like him? No. It wasn't just a resemblance. It was the face I had invented out of thin air, the face that was only supposed to exist inside a server somewhere. Every single detail was a precise replica of those five obsessive hours. He looked exactly like Stefan, and exactly like the man from my dreams. My mind went completely blank. All I could do was stare. He seemed a little surprised by my reaction, but he recovered quickly. He set down his glass and walked toward me with a polite, slightly distant smile.

Macarthy Winslow awoke gradually from his sensual dream. In the recesses of his sleep-fogged brain, he could see a pretty woman sucking his pulsing penis. As the cobwebs began to clear and he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Without lifting his head, he reached his hand down to the soft hair of the woman lying on the bed sucking him. He heard a moan as his hand began to encourage her movements. Slowly, his memory came back to him.

“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.”

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

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.

It's her again, the girl with red hair, smiling at him! It is the first time he find it a pleasant thing to sleep during the day just to see the mysterious redhead girl, and this time the dream was special to him. He saw her face, clearly! When she smiled up at him divinely, tiny dimples appeared on her cheeks, her skin was flawlessly snowy, her hair wasn't red like crimson, but it was the most rich of browns, flaming and fiery. Her eyes, oh yes, her blue eyes were like staring into a pool of kindness. Her perfect full-lips were fruity and gave him the urge to kiss her.

[̲̅J][̲̅e][̲̅s][̲̅s][̲̅i][̲̅c][̲̅a][̲̅W][̲̅i][̲̅l][̲̅l][̲̅i][̲̅a][̲̅m][̲̅s] Past- 23rd July 2032 I had a great dream. It consists of a handsome man with olive skin, silky hair, hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile. It feels so surreal that I never want to wake up. I groan as I shift in my bed, my ears are assaulted by the alarm. All I want to do is avoid the alarm and sleep. However, today feels different. First, I had a dream. This is weird because I haven’t dreamt since I was a child. Secondly, my bed feels warmer than it usually does. Finally, my lower body feels sore. It's as if I went to the gym. And I haven't gone to the gym since university.

My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test. I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some r