Novel & Cerita Dream When He Was Fat

Jason chimed in with a teasing tone, "seems like you had quite the adventurous dream! Big boobs and a bountiful booty, huh? You must have been having the time of your life!" Damian, still trying to shake off the confusion, managed a sheepish grin. "Wait! It was a Dream?, well, dreams can be wild, right? But seriously, where are we and why am I naked?" Jason continued to tease, unable to contain his laughter. "Oh, you're in for a treat, my friend! Looks like you had a sleepwalking escapade. And as for the clothes, well, let's just say your transformation was a tad too rough on them."

Is that guy going to save me? He was a bit of a practical person and dream was kind of artificial to him sometimes. But it wasn’t that he hated dream in general. There are certain dreams that are just ridiculous. Dream is called as ‘flower of slumber’ after all, as it was a form of imagination for people that was already stressed out in their wake. But there were also dreams that predict the future, and he was leaning on this one for the dream he had last night. Besides, the guy did say about escaping. So it wouldn’t hurt to trust—oh who was he kidding? It wasn’t trust, it was hope.

Half the time when he comes, there’s not enough to fill a thimble, much less coat nearly every square inch of my body. But I blamed him anyway. He was still asleep, so I smacked him and asked what the hell he had done. “I didn’t do anything,” he said, not looking at me and seeing the shape I was in. “I had the weirdest dream, though...” “Leprechauns?” I asked. He sat up, turned, and looked at me, his eyes getting wider as he tried to speak but couldn’t. “I don’t think it was a dream,” I said, speaking the truth that had been there, in the back of my mind, since before I “woke up.”

“You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was it about a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at once?” I chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in my sleep.” He glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely you could get compensation somehow.” “Exactly. My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t hide.

😇 Donald had no romantic interests at the time of his own. "Show me what it's like To dream in black and white..." Donald dreamt in his sleep those thoughts that night. Donald dreamt of his lost wife & child together. Donald saw his dead wife hugging her grandchildren, Bonnie's children. They were in his old home, eating hamburgers & enjoying their lives. Donald played with his whole family. Donald woke up in the morning with a bright smile on his face. He loved that dream that even while dreaming he knew was a dream.

He was rubbing my back like I was a baby. "I know you have promised me. But it feels like I am in a dream that will not last longer. It feels like this lovely dream will soon be over. And I will wake up again in that nightmare." I whispered softly into his ear and he chuckled. I did not know why he chuckled but it again tickled the inside of my stomach.

I became a helpless mess. Suddenly, warm hands enveloped me from behind and I struggled to release myself, but they were like steel bands --- unrelenting. Not until I stopped struggling, did he let up. Finally, I looked up into familiar green eyes. He looked tited. There were dark shadows under his eyes and they looked sunken. He had lost a bit of weight, yet he looked strangely fit. He was wearing a plain black t shirt and grey track downs which fit snugly on his body. He looked handsome in spite of the situation surrounding him.

“Better, princess?” He chuckled, but quickly lost the smile. “It was the dream. The dream I keep having. It was exactly what I’d been seeing over and over. They were going to kill her. There were two of them, just like in the dream. They smelled like shit. Meth coming out of their pores. That movie. I almost bought a ticket but then changed my mind at the last second.” He shuddered. “I was walking up, not thinking about anything, when I heard them–” Elliott interrupted, “I thought in the dream you were inside the store.”

"It's usually just little bits of jumbo, you sound like you are running from something, something dark I don't know." His eyes drifted toward the ceiling "I don't really remember my dreams." "Lucky you, i have the weirdest ones." He looked back at me. "Like what?" "Oh" I grinned, "When I was pregnant I dreamed that Lola came out demanding coffee." He laughed so hard his whole chest shook. "Coffee?" "I blame the hormones." "I think I would have liked her even more." "You already adore her." "I do." His smile softened. "I adore both my girls."

My face contorted into a frown and his smile froze on his face. "So what? Are you trying to say I'm easy? Or wasn't enough for you? I'm too fat right?" Light creases formed his forehead and his lips slowly thinned. He lowered himself to the bed and took my hands in his. "You're not easy, and you were more than enough for me. As for being fat? I don't mind. I love the fleshy and plump Dana, and I prefer her to the thin one who looked malnourished," he said with a smirk and I gave him a slap at the back of his head.