Dreams Face After Gumball Novels & Stories

The alarm went off playing a sweet melody of paparazzi by lady Gaga waking up the sleeping beauty on the bed. But sadly she was already awake sketching something in her art book from her dream. She had been having the same dream repeatedly each night, about a man in a green clock being stabbed in the spine by a yellowish glowing knife that seemed to suck the life out of him. No matter how she tried to save him he always ended up dying and her in the arms of a faceless stranger.

Despite how hard I tried, however, I couldn't do anything else. In the end, I turned to the next best thing; my coke. After sniffing a handful, I finally felt better and retired early for the night. I saw a beautiful face. The same black-haired beauty. She smiled happily at me and we both seemed to be in love. I opened my arms wide and she ran towards me. Before she could get to where I was, however, she fell into a pit. I could hear her screaming and asking for my help. I opened my eyes and sat up immediately. It was just a dream but why did it seem so real? Why did I keep seeing this girl's face?

Gabby was in her room dreaming while smiling in her sleep, but suddenly she started crying and sweating, she opened her eyes still crying as she sat up o the bed. It was already morning, she looked at the time and it was six in the morning. She wipes off the tears in her eyes. "I need to stop this, I need to stop seeing you in my dreams." She said softly. "I shouldn't have met you, I shouldn't have." She covered her eyes crying. "This is so painful...when will you stop? If you would make me happy do, stop hurting me, please." "How did I become so pitiful even in my dreams." Gabby Soliloquize. This was not how she planned things, she has always been strong but meeting that one person seems

His hand stretched further and he was about to make contact with my face when… A sudden piercing scream blared in my ears. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding in my chest. Fuck. It was just a dream. The remnants of the dream clung to me, mingling with a lingering sense of disappointment. As my gaze shifted towards the hallway, I realized that morning had arrived, dispelling the illusion of my dream world. Reality settled in, reminding me that the encounter with Tyler had only existed within the confines of my subconscious mind, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness.

I was enjoying the view of the sunset it looked just like my eye color. “Goblin…...Goblin” Really, Davis Garraway found his way to my dream. “Goblin, goblin wake up” I opened my eyes and I was on sleeping Davis Garraway’s chest, I perceived the tulips and strawberry again. You have got to be kidding me, that was his scent and I’ve been enjoying his scent for five hours now plus I’ve been on his chest, shit. “What da” I immediately jumped off of his body and he chuckled

The world around me fractures, the silence breaking apart, and just like that, he’s gone. *** My eyes snap open and for a second, I don’t move. My heart is pounding too fast, my chest tight as I try to separate the dream from reality. The room around me slowly comes into focus, but the feeling from the dream lingers, clinging to me in a way that makes it hard to breathe. “My love?” Gabe asks, his voice hoarse with sleep. “What is it?" I turn to him, tears filling my eyes. “I saw him, Gabe. I saw Andrew.”

DREAMS COME TRUE Ella wake up, it's 7pm already you are going to be late for work Wendy yelled, pulling her friend from the bed *Gosh! Wendy why did you have to wake me, it was getting to the most important part, He was about to kiss me, Ella growled before sitting up on the bed, You had that Same dream again? Wendy asked, sitting next to her friend and stroking her hair, I had that same dream again,but this his face was clearer,i saw his face,his figure and everything, oh Ella we were about to kiss before you woke me, Ella said dramatically,

I had disturbing dreams involving Graham and my daughter. “I dreamed that Annie was sleeping alone in a bed; she was agitated, and her eyebrows were drawn together in an eager expression, as if she were having bad dreams. Suddenly there was a low, dangerous snore coming from under Annie's bed, and then Graham, with the scar covering most of his face and the macabre smile there, made him look hideously terrifying. He was under my daughter's bed like a real bogeyman, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Analise The dream woke me up and I didn't have time to scream as I came face to face with a pair of yellow glowing eyes. I simply lay there frozen on the bed as the eyes stared back at me. But then I recognized the face. How could I not know him? Adam stared at me with those glowing eyes. Why are his eyes glowing? Why is he in my room? Why does he look like he's not himself? "A-Adam--" "Shh," he said, his voice gentle. I flinched when his very cold hands traced my cheek and then he held my chin, lifting my head up.

Jean greeted her with a bright smile, not noticing the weight of the world pressing down on her friend’s shoulders. “It’s still the same... but not exactly. I met the face of the man in my dream yesterday. I've never seen him in real life, but his face felt familiar. He told me in the dream that he was the boy I met when I was younger. And unbelievably, he grew up in my dream.” Cara shared, trying to keep the unease from her voice. Jean’s response was immediate: “I think you’re crazy.” Cara frowned. “No, I’m not. Think about it. I thought you were supposed to be a genius. How can you not get it?”