From Fake Dreams Novels & Stories

Elara: I used to see my mama, my daddy, and my two siblings in my dreams. They would tell me how happy they were together, and that I was the only one left behind. One day, I woke up crying and made the mistake of thinking about my father. Not my real father. My fake father. The one who had told me to call him Daddy, or the monster would come and take me away. I only wanted to ask him to take me back to my mama.

I asked, "what?" She shrugged, "what?" I pushed her a bit playfully, "what's with the look idiot...?" "Umh... I don't know. I think I had a dream about you last night.. it was really stupid.." God, so now she even dreams about me, this is a good sign.. right? "Please do share babe.. can I hear.." She shook her head no, "It's stupid I told you.." I faked a frown, "alright.. I guess I'll just leave then..."

Sia continued and said, “Look, Ronin ! I have told you that these dreams are just manipulating your life but there is no reality in it, so don't think about it so much,just treat your dreams like a dream, don't make it your reality, otherwise it will create a big trouble for you and sometimes dream manipulates your psychological behavior so don't let your dream bother you.” “Sia ! Why don't you understand? My dreams are not normal ! There are some messages hidden in my dreams because I used to see those dreams from my childhood and now it is very deep and there are a lot of things which make me realize that my dreams are real and they are not just dreams.” Ronin tried to explain Sia instead

“But I’ve done the research. I know what she is now. She’s powerful. Deceptive. And she tricked me.” He paused—swallowed—then said the words like they cost him everything. “I never touched her. Not really. She came to me in my dreams.” The room went deathly quiet. “Over and over. She seduced me again and again. I thought they were just dreams.” A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him. “But fae don’t dream the way we do. They design them. They control them. They invade them.” His voice dropped to a shaken whisper. “It’s called dream-walking.”

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

For a moment all I can think is, fuck, because the whole thing feels wrong in that slippery, unreachable way dreams do, where everything looks almost real until you try to hold it still. “Is this real?” I ask, though I’m not even sure who I’m asking. Maybe no one. Maybe myself. The words feel thick in my mouth, clumsy and useless, and I don’t expect an answer, so when one comes a few minutes later it takes time to work its way through the fog clogging up my head. “It’s real. She’s really coming back.”

“Where are we?” “In the settlement of Rasfata’s daughters. They found us and offered their help.” “Oh—those women-men?” I’ve heard of them before. “And why are we in the same bed?” —what if something did happen and I just don’t remember? With these dreams, you can’t tell where dream ends and reality begins. “I had to lie and say you’re my man,” she blushes. “Oh? Interesting,” what else did she lie about to those women? “Kays…”

“I promise.” “All right.” She takes a deep breath. “Since I was a kid, I’ve been getting these… dreams. The royal family of Dun’s Crossing doesn’t have any magic, but somehow, I do. My dreams—some of them—come true. I can tell when I’m having them. They feel different. More real.” She shakes her head. “I dreamt of you. Down to the blood.” “Holy shit,” I murmur. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” She starts to turn away.

I awoke in bed alone, still naked and wondering if yesterday really happened? Or did I just dream that my girlfriend and her 19 year old daughter seduced me? Wracked with guilt, I sat up, trying to decide if it was real or a fantasy. Did I really screw my soon to be step daughter? Was I some kind of a perverted monster? Did I really cum inside her? Did I really enjoy it? Or had I just been dreaming about that too? Did my girlfriend really let me do all this? Did she really get off on it? God was she still going to marry me? What had I done?