Feelings In A Dream Novel Novels & Stories

Every vivid detail, every terrifying moment, every passionate encounter. It was a dream. A long, incredibly vivid, utterly consuming dream. I had never switched bodies. I had never entered my favorite novel. I had simply been… dreaming. And my dreams, apparently, were capable of weaving the most complex, visceral, and terrifying realities. I lay back, staring at the sterile ceiling, a profound sense of disorientation washing over me. The relief was immense, but so was the lingering echo of a world that had felt so real, so tangible. A world where I had been a character, living a life that wasn’t mine.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

And worse… worse was how real it had felt. And how it left me wanting. Their hands had roamed, their mouths teasing, possessive. It wasn’t just the sensations that unraveled me—it was the way they looked at me. Like I was something rare. Something they couldn’t get enough of. And goddess, the way they spoke to me in that dream... Dirty. Wicked. Worshipful. I buried my face in the pillow, mortified. Was this how the heroines in those steamy romance books felt? Is this what they meant by losing your mind with desire? Because I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t affected.

“And it felt so real I woke up breathing hard and wet. I still felt his hands when I opened my eyes.” “Tell me the emotions in the dream,” I said lowering. “Don’t talk about the actions, just what you felt inside.” She shifted and her skirt rode up an inch. “Safe,” she whispered. “ I felt wanted, like someone finally saw all of me and didn’t look away. Like someone wanted to take care of me and tell me what to do, and I didn’t have to be scared.” “And when you woke up?” I asked calmly. “I felt guilty,” she said softly. “And still warm. Like the dream followed me into the day, I kept thinking about it at work and had to go to the bathroom to breathe.”

Marcus's eyes snapped open, and he sat up from the bed where he was laying, his heart racing like a jack rabbit from the vivid dream he just had. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. In the dream, he was carrying a woman out of a burning building, her body limp in his arms. He hadn't seen her face, but his emotions had been intense, driven by a deep sense of love and concern. The dream's vivid imagery still lingered, and he could almost feel the intense heat of the flames engulfing him. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering fear.

What the fuck was that even about? I could feel the sweat rolling from my temples and I breathed heavily to compose myself. What the actual fuck was that and it’s like the second time I had dreamed of that thing since I fell asleep in Phil’s car. Was this about my illness again? Is this it? Because I felt fine all these time it’s really surprising seeing how this came to be like this. Is my illness like…making me really imaginative cause damn, I should take this opportunity to write a book—that dream was really popping out of my mind. It feels so realistic. I can even feel the rain on my skin, dare I say.

Was the reason I came into this world to feel pain and nothing else? I reached out to my pillow and stared at the title of the book. Tell Me Your Dreams… Dreams? I dreamt that I was mated to someone who would save me. There was no point in holding on to Chad. Apparently, he didn’t want me because I was a traitor’s daughter. Oh, and I wished that I wasn’t the traitor’s daughter. Was that too much to ask?

"Unless it wasn't a dream. Not really." "What do you mean?" Dez asked. This was so perplexing. After all he was told he would never dream again when his new life began. He hadn't had any dreams in more than five hundred years. But about two and a half years ago he heard screaming and smelled smoke while he was sleeping. That’s when it all started. The need for more. More what? He did not know. Then the dreams came in flashes. A young woman crying, her eyes were the most vivid part of his dreams. Her bright green eyes were so sad then. He felt something and he didn’t know what it was. As the dreams became clearer that feeling became stronger. A powerful emotion that he had never felt before.

“What’s up with the soft sensation that I feel? I feel so calm than I ever felt before. How should I describe this feeling? The sense of protectiveness surrounding me…is making me feel so comfy.” “ I don’t want to wake up from this dream, ever.” The sensation of cold hands caressing his cheek made him open his eyes by force. He saw Rain wearing a painful expression on her face. It seemed as if she’s going to break anytime soon, and someone needs to save her and support her.

I had a wonderful dream that I wish didn't end. My dream, as usual, was about Olivia and me. My wishful thinking. Olivia and I were a couple in my dream, and we were so sweet with each other. It felt like I was floating on cloud nine when she kissed me. The kiss was quick, but it was the sweetest kiss I'd ever had and a perfect one that could only happen in my dreams. My consolation is that it happened even if it was only in my dreams. I know I'm that simple-minded when it comes to Olivia. But, once again, it makes no difference because we will never be lovers.