Is Life Just A Dream Novels & Stories

"I just think dreams are the life we're living when we're asleep. They're just as real as everything else." Not seeing confusion, Alex contained. "I just, well," he said, pausing, and getting comfortable, like he knew he'd be there for a bit. "What if I told you that my life since I was thirteen, has been one long dream?" "I would say you sound like me in many ways. You know what you said, about living a life, and it just being a dream? I think you're kind of right. We dream, we have to have them, but it doesn't mean we have to sleep during them, right? Okay now I'm just rambling on I know but," Oshey sighed thinking about Connor and Rhyanne as well as the mystery man she had dreamt of for

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

Know when to wake up. After a long time, I finally woke up. But the panic in the dream had not yet withdrawn from his chest. Night after night, dream after dream. It seems that dreams have life, they turn into golden threads that wrap around my weak tree of life, strand after strand, getting tighter and tighter. With each passing day, I see the color of reality getting a little fuzzy. A few months ago I was still in that world, hearing everyone say this world is fake. These past few months I woke up suddenly in this world, having to accept that everything that happened in the other world was fake. Real things like that. There's no guarantee I won't suddenly go back to that world a few months

It’s a dream. IT’S A FUCKING DREAAM! No wonder it was all too bloody good to be true!

Do you want to know what the true meaning of life really is? Fine, I’ll tell you. Here is the truth that nobody wants to say out loud: Life isn’t some radiant journey towards a predestined place, some fairy tale where your choices magically all matter. It's a simple loop. Wake up, pretend you're happy, sleep, and dream. Repeating this until you rot. People nowadays cling to words such as 'dreams', 'aspiration' and 'purpose' as if chanting them will keep the darkness away, but deep down within us we all know that’s what is waiting at the end. Absolute Nothingness. Just simple silence.

It's like a beautiful dream for me and I don't want to wakeup from it ever. THE END!

She's testing me by taking Lyanna away and threatening to remarry. However, the more Matthew spoke, the less convincing his words sounded. Although it sounded as if he was simply analyzing the situation at hand, the reality was that Matthew was desperately trying to convince himself that his words were the truth. Although he had dreamed of me removing myself and Lyanna from his life, now that the situation had unfolded according to his wishes, he realized that he had been mistaken. He assumed that he didn't have any feelings for me, but he realized that he couldn't accept that I was trying to disappear from his life.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

Ethan's POV: Sweet dreams are something that make you forget all the pain you are going through… take you to an entirely new land of desires, buried under the stone that has replaced your muscular heart. And that's just the kind of dream I was lost in, a sweet dream… about the life I wanted, about the person I needed beside me… the feeling that I craved in her absence. The dream has everything I once wanted, until the bubble bursts all of a sudden; and I realize that I'm most probably dreaming. Opening my eyes the next moment, however, I do find my body entangled with a small stature.