Dreams Face After Gumball Novels & Stories

Eventually, fatigue caught up with me, and I dozed off right there in the living room. Deep in my sleep, a dream took hold. The memories of that chaotic night at the club began to replay. In the dream, I was staggering my way toward the restroom to throw up when I bumped into someone. I lifted my head to look at his face. It was Gary. I shut my eyes tight and opened them again to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, but as I did, the face shifted from Gary to Russell. I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Tears fell from my eyes and I walked backward, stumbling over a stone and falling back on the ground. I groaned in pain and looked up at the blue sky. I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I can't feel anything anymore. I can only feel the numbness of my legs. So that dream was true. The one who we lost was Nolan but...it's a shame that according to my dream everything is true except one and that is Sebastian is not here. I just wanted to say 'I love him' before I caught up with Nolan.

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

Not hesitating, I take it and bring its straw to my lips so I can take a few long gulps until the itching in my throat has stopped. “Thanks,” I rasp, feeling a wave of relief that the breathing tube is no longer there. “I appre…” I don’t finish my words as I take in the one who handed me the drink and feel a wave of relief slam into me. “Hey,” Gabby smiles as I just stare at her. “Good morning.” For a moment, I don’t speak; I just simply stare, wondering if what I was seeing was real or a figment of my imagination given the situation before I was knocked out.

Goddess, this dream was so realistic. Nick moved away and my eyes fell on Gabriel, who was now sitting beside me. He was smiling at me, but he looked so tired. There were dark circles under his eyes and his beard was longer. I cupped his face gently and rubbed his cheek with my thumb. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes. I looked at my mate, who looked as bad as Gabriel. If not worse. Why was I dreaming about them like this? “Are you okay, love?” Nick asked me. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything?”

"Now do me a favor and crank up the music." Ruby "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead." Mom breezed into the room, along with the smell of coffee. "It's midday, lazybones. The girls are on their way over from the airport." I groaned, waking up from what had been one freaky-ass dream. "Mom, I had another weird dream again. This time, it was as if I was looking through Caleb's eyes and I was fighting four tough guys. I know, it's weird, right?" My eyes flinched, realizing how crazy that all sounded now I had spoken it out loud.

It was small but the voice, still Ole can remember it. Then in a sudden, it lightens. A gal lying on the floor with dark shades opened her eyes. "I'm back. Haha." She smiled. Gu never felt this freedom before. With that, Ole and Georgia ran to her. "Good job Gu." Georgia praised while kneeling down to level at her. "You too girls. But how did I escaped from that or something?" Gu asked curious about that world or simply a dream. "Simple, in your dream we saw you. We knew your dream Gu so forgive us. Actually you all are the same, Ole was also. Right Ole?" Georgia said then looked at Ole. "Yes. I am too. But we had a different dreams and your was the worst. Come, let me help you up." Ole said

Remy announces cheerfully, standing by the bed in his cartoon pajamas, his face lit up with a gap-toothed grin as he tries to climb up. Disoriented and still tingling from the residual warmth of the dream, I reach out to pull him onto the mattress. It was a dream. Just a dream. I used to have that dream years ago, for the first two months after the night I had sex with a stranger. But back then, the man’s face was always a shadow, a blank space I couldn’t fill. I can’t believe my mind just substituted Noah’s face into that mystery. "Mummy," Jeremiah's voice brings me back into focus.

And maybe—just maybe—I would finally get some answers about who I was before Kieran Ashford, and why I couldn't stop dreaming about a screaming child who might or might not be the woman my best friend married. I took one of the new pills Dr. Morrison had prescribed, lay down on my bed, and closed my eyes. The dreams came immediately. But this time, they were different. This time, when I heard the child screaming, when I felt the impact against my skull, when the darkness threatened to swallow everything— I saw a face. Dark hair. Wide eyes. A small hand reaching out, pressing something cold and hard into my palm. A necklace. But it was blurry and couldn't see what it looked like.

Jack finally realized my presence and bowed his head slowly towards me. “Good morning sleepy head!” Gabe looked at me and smiled. I rubbed my forehead where the bump was. “Where a-am I?” I asked rather weakly. Jack stood up. He had a mysterious look to him. His hair was black, and it was clean cut. His facial features were rough. The scars that he had on his face gave him an aged look and proved to me that he traveled a lot. “You’re still in Grysmont. It’s the very end of it. It’s rather deserted. You also have a concussion and should take it easy for a couple of hours.”