Dreams Face After Gumball Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t answer. Gloss poked my chest. “Dream, talk to me. Because right now you’re hovering, blocking people, scaring the entire building, and acting like you swallowed a jealousy potion.” I pushed his hand down gently, but my voice came out sharper than I intended. “I don’t like the way people look at you.” Gloss blinked. “That’s insane.” “Maybe.” “Dream…” “They stare too long.” “Because I have a face!” “They smile too much.” “Because they’re friendly!”

I bit the inside of my cheeks as I added, "My guts were really right that there was something wrong with all of this, and the time I heard Gray talking to you on the phone was just the confirmation I was waiting for." He looked down with a sad face as he looked like a child who was caught red-handed by his mother while doing something bad. He has a lot of changes compared to the face I saw in my dreams, but I know that he is the real one no matter how many years have passed since the last time we were together before the accident.

Gently brushing my hands against the stubble on his cheek, the man’s face from my dream flashed in front of me. Pulling my hand away, I stared at Gabriel in shock. Whoever this man was, he was dangerous. His glowing red eyes reminded me of a fire burning, as his white hair was almost as bright as the moon above. He didn’t seem normal and I couldn’t help but wonder why I was so drawn to him in my dream.

I said, and I was surprisingly confused. Damn, I can't believe that it was all a dream. It was too good to be true. It took me a while to come back to my senses before I finally understood what was going on. My medications were so strong that they had hallucinogenic side effects. No wonder she looks exactly like what I've been fantasizing about. Everything seems so real, and I can still feel the pain in my cheeks. I touched my face and felt the burning sensation, and I realized that everything was all a dream, but the slap was real.

I looked at the handsome face beside me. Why this man is so handsome. My fingers traveled around his face. I took my fingers back and turned my face away from him but I couldn't stop looking at his face. Slowly the bad dreams flooded into my mind which brought me to reality.

When she turns to look at me, I ask, “Will you let me take you out on a date?” Chapter 11 Charlotte Sanguinite Ever since my night with Robert, my dreams have returned with a vengeance. I’ve tried to ignore them. I’ve tried everything I possibly could not to let them affect my daily life, but that’s easier said than done. The problem is that the man I always see in my dreams—the faceless man who doted on me, who loved me, who made me feel special and important and everything else in between—now has a face. He has Robert’s face.

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: Ever since my night with Robert, my dreams have returned with a vengeance. I’ve tried to ignore them. I’ve tried everything I possibly could not to let them affect my daily life, but that’s easier said than done. The problem is that the man I always saw in my dreams—the faceless man who doted on me, who loved me, who made me feel special and important and everything else in between—now has a face. He has Robert’s face.

Gabriel chuckled in amusement as I tried to guess what my present might be. “Go to sleep, you’ll find out in the morning!” he said, pulling me into his warm embrace. His scent, warmth and soft kisses lulled me to sleep within minutes. I had strange vivid dreams about opening presents of boxes within boxes within boxes; each of them slightly smaller than the last but the paper getting harder to tear off each time. Dream me was getting frustrated while everyone around me laughed harder and harder each time I opened up a new box. I had no idea where the dream came from but by morning I was exhausted by dream me’s effort in tearing open a tiny little box the size of a thumbtack.

Some strands of my hair got stucked in my face as well because of the tears. Then, you moved those strand away from my cheeks. You tucked them behind my ears with your eyes still locked on my brown orbs. My lips were lightly formed into a pout. My eyes feels small as if they were squinted probably because of how puffy they were. Afterwards, you lowered your head to level it on mine, then you cupped my cheeks again and you wiped the tears away using your both thumbs. "Nightmares only feels surreal, but it doesn't mean they will come true. They're not dreams. Hm?" You raised your brows, hoping I will agree with what you said, as you gave me an assuring smile. My face remained blank with my eye