Novel & Cerita Dream When He Was Fat

Fuck, he couldn’t even get to the shower in the first two weeks after surgery and that had pissed him off. Within a few minutes, the Ambien he’d taken finally kicked in and he slipped into a deep, restful sleep and dreamed the only dream he’d ever had for himself. A dream where he could be that guy, the guy he’d used to be. The guy who didn’t need anyone's help to get to the bathroom. The guy who could drive and go wherever he liked whenever he wanted to. The guy who could pick up the punch mitts and had a healthy fight with his little brother which he would purposely lose to make his brother happy. The kind of guy who had a beautiful girl by his side, laughing as her auburn hair was pulled

His eyes going over me in a squint of surprise. “What happened? Did you have a bad dream? Are you okay?...” he asked. All of them the same questions. And all of them important, but none of them the ones I wanted him to ask. As I stood unmoving with my breathing heavy and my hair probably ruffled even more as I had been sleeping. I looked at him bewildered. Like a cannon had been fired and it had landed directly on me. I was in my underwear, and in my underwear underneath a bath robe. I looked over at myself and I looked over at him. Both of us underdressed. He was shirtless and only had trousers on. His chest huge and muscular, and his abs matching his frame in a way that lit me up. And if I

I looked at him thoughtfully, trying to work out a suitable answer to that question. I had not really thought about having dreams or goals. For a long time, only survival had been at the forefront of my mind. Now that I had survived, it hit me then, how much I had to look forward to now. I didn’t know if it was too late to dream, but they would certainly beat the nightmares I’d been having the past several days. I couldn’t think of a good enough response to Dymon’s rather fascinating question. I was tired, my eyes as bleary as my mind. I bit back a yawn and shook my head, not wanting to be even remotely tempted by the sleep. It was a trap, to lure me into a false sense of relaxation before t

How he could feel everything I felt. "Sleep," he ordered, poking at my chest, "Big puppies need rest too." Big puppy If anyone else had called me that, I would have been insulted. But from Milo, it just made my chest warm despite my fake show of anger. "You know," he said quietly after a while of silence, "when I was with those bad people, I used to dream about being saved." I turned my huge head to look at him, I couldn't help it. "But in my dreams, it was always unrealistic. Angels coming down from the sky. Magic doors appearing. Silly things that are nearby for fairy tales"

I told him how I could see them and feel them but they didn't seem to know that I was there. Ethan listened and as I rambled about my dream, I watched his expressions change with each word. I hadn't even told him everything yet, but it was cathartic to tell him all that. He looked like a deer in headlights and if I wasn't so distressed, I would have laughed in his face.

His pimpled face was finally smooth and healed, and he looked a lot better than he used to before. He could even pass as attractive if I didn’t already have the mental image of a frog replacing whatever it was I saw of him. "Hey, Slow Brains," he called to me, grinning, and then his eyes looked up and saw Dante. "Oh, so the rumors were true," he said, frowning slightly. "What rumors?" I asked. "That you became too tired to work hard, you had to fuck a rich guy," he said, giving Dante another once-over. "Well, I’ll have you know I’m pretty successful," I said, and he nodded.

The only weird thing happened Wednesday night. Kimi and I were in bed, and I was completely hout. I remember dreaming about class, and I was trying to fry some chicken. The oil kept splashing onto my chest, and I looked down to find I was naked. Then, the pan in my dream tipped, and the oil enveloped my dick. It didn’t burn, though, but felt really good. Too good. I woke up with the feeling on my dick had gone away, and found Kimi getting ready to impale herself on me.

“I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that! I shouldn’t have said those awful things! I’m begging you. Don’t say that…” When he looked up at me, his eyes were teary, and his lips were trembling. “I’m not sure if I’ve gone insane, but I’ve been having the same dream over and over again lately. In my dream, we have a daughter…” I was so taken aback that I forgot to free myself from his arms. I just stared at him in shock. In my previous life, we had indeed shared a daughter. But she died before she even opened her eyes. “In my dream, we got married and lived happily. Our daughter was so small and soft. She had your eyes. When she smiled, she had dimples…” he murmured.

He looks down at me. "You okay?" He asks. I exhale, with heavy breathing. I was dreaming. It was just a dream. "You were moaning while you were asleep." He continued to say. Fuck! How embarrassing! "I... Uhhhh... I had a bad dream." I muffled shyly as I pull myself up from the bed.