Dream Face Novels & Stories

dad tell with a smile ruffling my hair " How did you sleep, kiddo? Did you still have those dreams?" " Yes, dad. They won't go away but I will be fine. I am getting used to them." I replied " Its just that it hurts to see everytime when I see that pregnant woman die in my dreams and I always have the memories of a man named Easton. The man call that woman Mi Reina and sometimes Minerva. I don't know what is her name but it doesn't matter. It's jsut a dream but it always feel real. I feel that pain like it is me that is dying in the dream."

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

The remnants of the movie, a light romantic comedy, lingered in her dreams, twisting into a vivid scenario where she and Deimon were the protagonists. In her dream, they were on a sun-drenched beach, the sound of crashing waves filling the air. Laughter danced on their lips as they chased each other through the shallows, the cool water washing away the day's stress. A stolen glance, a playful touch – the dream Deimon delicately built on screen became a tangible reality within her subconscious.

'Did I see a female for real? Jake struggled to peel his heavy eyelids open, only to be met by a cascade of dark hair framing a familiar face. It was a sight that felt woven into the very fabric of his dreams. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again, whispering to himself, “I must be dreaming.”

i asked and he nods before leaving —---- “You look horrible” frank said as i walked in “I feel horrible too” i slumped on the sit beside him “I got you ice cream” he placed it on the table “Thank you” i said picking-up the spoon and taking a huge scoop “Wanna talk about it” i stared at him i sighed “I had a dream” i said recalling how i woke up feeling breathless The rage in Damian eyes The fear that engulfed me “What was it about” “Mr Rodriguez was trying to kill me”

Damon I woke up sweating heavily with my boy 's heart racing heavily. I couldn't help but gasp silently as I tried to calm myself down from all that was happening. I felt myself wanting to run from myself, and that was because I have a dream. I have a very bad dream about what was going on. I have a very had a very bad dream, and in the dream I saw a lady hovering over me while saying I was her mate. It was like I was traumatized by the dream and I felt my body wavering to the thought of that.

I can't see if the child is a girl or a boy but I want to help, I want to protect. But out of nowhere a wolf appears and rips off the child's head.. Ni ni ni ni ni ni ni ni I wake up sweaty and scared to the alarm clock. Why did the dreams come back? I get up and I go to the mirror. Dark circles are very present on my face, with a tired and lifeless look and a body that hasn't gained weight for days. I'm a disgrace to the "god of beauty" fame that the former overlords left behind. how patheticDominic.

Now my face is a deep shade of red. From nowhere, the memory of the nightmare skins through my mind again, and I pulse my lips. Dimitri ducks his head to meet my gaze. "what is wrong?" Blue eyes stare at me with concern. "The dream I had," I say. "It's just a dream," Dimitri replies. "A nightmare. It doesn't mean anything." I smile at his assertive words and push the nightmare out of my mind. Leaning closer, his thumb brushes the corner of my lips, sending electricity flying around me "May I?" he asks.

The worst part is that I can tell it’s a dream, but I can’t stop it. We're in a lush forest, lying on a bed made of leaves. Jace is on top of me, looking down at my face with those intense eyes, making me feel both furious and flustered at the same time. “Mine,” he whispers with an evil little smile in the dream, “You’re my Bea.” “I am,” the dream version of me says and she throws her head back to let him lick her neck. It feels so fucking real, I start to question if this is really happening or not, “Fuck me, Alpha.”