Dreaming Of Someone You Never Met นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The affection felt almost magical, as though they were in a world of their own, where everything seemed perfect and untouched by the harshness of reality. But one day, as Cara woke up from yet another dream of playing with him, she felt an unfamiliar emptiness in her heart. She searched for him, hoping that somehow, he would be there in the waking world as if the dream world and reality had collided. However, she quickly realized that he was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had never existed in the real world at all. Over time, Cara understood that the only place she could meet him, the only place where their bond could exist, was within the confines of her dreams.

You can’t have been avoiding someone if it’s just three days in between, the thought of seeing him sends thrills up my belly, Saturday night was… wonderful, mind-blowing, When I woke up, I half expected to have dreamt everything, but you can’t dream something like that, it was everything I wanted and so much more. With every minute that passes, midnight draws closer, I wonder if I'll start feeling something or if it only comes when I sleep and my guard is down. I've been having so many dreams these days, some of them memories from when I was a girl, others are just weird, I try not to think of them as they make no sense. I see myself in places I've never been, strange places. Making up my mi

“I had a dream last night - a vivid one - where Dominic killed a woman by holding a pillow over her face as she slept. I thought that it was me at first because she was wearing my dress, but when she stopped fighting him and he removed the pillow, I realized it was someone I had never seen before.” “Hm.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed and he looked at the ground in thought. “My psychology class in high school taught me that you can’t dream of someone that you haven’t met before, but your mind can morph multiple people together to form a new, unfamiliar face. Maybe that’s what happened?”

Her fingers immediately stilled beneath my palm, though I could still feel the tension lingering there. "Don't think too much about it." She turned to me so quickly that the movement caught me by surprise. Disbelief spread plainly across her face, her brows lifting as though she couldn't believe those words had actually come out of my mouth. "How can I? How can I not think about it when I keep having weird dreams." The concern that settled inside me was immediate. My brows slowly pulled together as I searched her face. "Dreams about what?" "I keep seeing strange people. I don't know who they are, but they still feel familiar. I think I might be connected to them."

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

To give it to them, but I know it will never happen. Apparently, it was normal to have erotic dreams. Well, most people have these kinds of dreams about their partner, secret crush, their ex, best friends siblings, your friends parents or even celebrities. Not of two men they have never seen before. So I guess I’m all kinds of fucked up. But the dream I have just woken up from, was different. They never show me their faces and just now I saw his face and that face I will never forget in a hurry or his voice.

Should I just lie to him? I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep. I couldn't hear any sound anymore and only saw darkness. Then... I saw some strange people I had never seen before in my life standing right in front of me. I tried talking to one of them but they just left me alone which baffled me. "Wake up miss." Someone shook me awake, I opened my eyes to see that same woman before staring down at me. I frowned because she just woke me up when I wanted to approach those people. I have never been able to see people whenever I have this nightmare in the past. I just wanted to know who they are and she woke me up!

However, the night before I met her, I'd had a dream, a lengthy one. It had gone by quickly, but strong enough to leave a lasting impression on me. The feeling had been raw, like I had experienced it. I hadn't, mind you. I'd never met her before. However, when our eyes locked, I felt her pain, the darkness in her gaze, and an emotion I couldn't decipher. There was also a familiarity that confused me. Just then, I decided, I would have nothing to do with her. Though I never knew her, my dream was enough to make me aware of what might happen if we ever got together.

Estelle put away her phone and suddenly felt a little funny. When she slept in the afternoon, there were many people in her dream, including Cristofer, James, Mr. Mysterious, Mrs. Moorsum, Luke, and even Tim, whom she had only met twice. However, Justin was not in her dream, which was strange to her. It was said that one would dream about the person that he or she always thought about. However, Estelle, who thought about Justin every day, had never dreamed about him.