Dream Face Novels & Stories

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

I really hate Dream-Me. Suddenly, Nick/David and Dream-Me are both naked—even though moments before we had definitely been clothed. Despite myself, Subconscious-Me can’t help but note how much detail the dream has—Nick/David looks exactly as I remember him, down to the last gorgeous freckle. I’ve never had a dream be so . . . detailed. They’ve always been much more ‘impressionistic’ for me in the past.

It is loyal and strong just like its owner. I pour myself a glass of whiskey. I gulped it all in one breath. The main reason was for me to get high and sleep peacefully today. For the past few days I have been having weird dreams where I suddenly see two faced Eve in my dream. But instead of seeing her in pain as I desire, I see her pink full succulent lips and her pretty face all over mine. She smiles too brightly. It makes me forget for a while that she is the reason I am hurting.

“Do you ever relax?” He looked up then, one brow raised. “Define relax.” “You know… movies, hobbies, maybe a nap that doesn’t involve your phone still in your hand.” For a moment, something flickered in his expression, amusement, maybe. His lips twitched faintly before flattening again. [Mission Progress: 30% - Detected facial relaxation.] I almost choked on air. “Seriously?” I whispered under my breath. “What?” Dream asked. I cleared my throat quickly. “Nothing. Just… allergies.”

For a split second, I saw his eyes pause, as if something had flickered in his mind. But the feeling was gone as quickly as it came. “I keep having this dream,” he said, a frown creasing his brow. “There’s a woman… I can never see her face, but I know her hair is like spun gold. And her smile… it feels like coming home. But when I wake up, she’s gone.” My heart was pounding, but I kept my face calm. “I want to know what it means. Is there something wrong with my memory?” “That’s quite common,” Leo answered professionally. “It could be a projection from your subconscious. Have you been under any stress lately?”

The dream world might have tricked her into thinking that she will win this time and after she had grown confident enough to accept it as the reality, now her downfall will begin and she will be stuck in a coma forever. “Okay! Here is what I have to do,” I tried to think hard about what to do, “I don’t know what you are seeing in your dreams but I am hoping I am not the bad guy. Do you know what’s funny? When I saw you in my dreams, I didn’t remember your face, so your face was replaced with some celebrity,” I almost laughed with myself but my eyes landed on her and I felt bad.

I was taken aback slightly. “Vampires have dreams too?” I interjected, not able to help myself and earned a scowl in return. “Of course we do,” he replied and continued, “I always dream of...blurry faces you know, of voices which I find familiar but never meet.” His voice had turned distant and I hardly realised that my mouth had hung open because that’s exactly what I dreamed of. “Like some are nightmares, but you know that it’s all related?” I said, almost breathless. Damian’s head snapped towards me, his eyes wide as he nodded dazedly. “Yeah, that’s…” he trailed off.

In the end, he only gave a cold snort, then turned and left with Bianca in his arms. I ignored him. Just then, a timid voice sounded beside my ear. “Wow. You’re really good at shutting people down. Can you teach me?” Warm breath brushed my ear, carrying a faint, crisp scent of mint. I turned my head and found myself looking straight into a pair of bright, shining eyes. At some point, Miles had leaned in close, his face full of admiration. “...Did no one ever teach you about personal space?” I was helpless. He froze, then looked down at his own feet.

I sent a voice message to a pinned contact with a grayscale profile. “Mom, I nailed the audition. “The orchestra conductor said they have room in the dorms, so I’ll be moving over tonight. “I’ll be on my own now, Mom. Don’t you worry.” The text was sent successfully, but a reply would never come. Out of habit, I took out my obsolete phone and texted myself a “you did great” emoji before packing my bags. The lights downstairs were killed, and ten minutes later, a car pulled up outside the manor.