Novel & Cerita Is Life Just A Dream

“That makes it easier sometimes. Strangers do not get mad or judge.” So I told him. I told him about the dreams. About wanting someone I should not want. About seeing that someone with a girl who was perfect for him. “And last night I had a new dream,” I said. “It felt so, so real. Like he was really there touching me and meaning all the words. But when I wake up, real life is all mixed up and hurts.” “Maybe the dreams are showing you what is true,” he said in a soft voice. “Maybe what you saw with the other girl is not the full story.”

“That’s dangerous.” “For me or for you?” “Both.” For a few moments, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint thrum of the city below. Dream’s eyes softened, not the cold, controlled kind of soft, but the kind that comes when someone’s guard slips without meaning to. “When I was younger,” he said quietly, “I used to think peace meant winning. Outworking everyone, outlasting them, proving myself to people who never really cared. But it’s not peace. It’s just noise.”

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

"But I must tell you that Eva has been locked away, and the whole truth has been uncovered. You are my one, true, and only fated mate. And I'm here to bring you home." I looked at the kneeling werewolf in the snow, then at his tears as I listened to his repentance.I felt no sadness, no bitterness, no emotion at all—not even anger. "But it's too late, Raul. You're too late," I heard myself say calmly. "I don't have a home anymore. "I couldn't remember a thing when you found me in the snow and rescued me. You told me that I was your fated mate, and I believed you. I believed everything you told me because I owned nothing and had nothing to lose. You were my whole world.

I mutter with a small smirk, brushing a hand through my hair like I didn't just bare my soul thirty seconds ago. We sit there for minutes, just the clinking of glasses and quiet music playing between us. He leans in again, eyes serious but soft. "What do you dream about?" "You mean... like at night, or in life?" "Both." I smile, heart racing. "At night? Sometimes I dream of running. Freedom. No responsibilities. Just me and the wind. In life? I guess... peace. Love that doesn't break me. A place that feels like mine." He swallows. Once. Hard. His throat bobs like he's choking something down, regret, maybe. Or a truth with too many teeth.

"So that's what's been on your mind." He took her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Lucy, I will love you for a lifetime. Forever. Even in the next life. My heart will never change." She looked at him and asked, "And if it does?" "It won't." "But if it did?" He hesitated for a moment before answering solemnly, "Then let me be struck by lightning and die a horrible death." Pain sliced through Lucy's heart. Even now, he was lying to her.

Would he be disappointed upon hearing it didn't? "No...And I don't think they're returning anytime soon..." "What makes you think that?" I haven't experienced any flashbacks, nor have I had any dreams since I woke up. Dreams can symbolize fleeting memories or ideals, narrate stories of aspirations, and occasionally invoke fear. Over the recent nights, I didn't encounter any vibrant visual experiences during sleep. I believed my slumber was simply genuinely tranquil, but what if that assumption is incorrect? What if I lack the ability to dream? It's possible that I'm overanalyzing, or maybe my focus on this notion was too intense.

So, I started typing. “I’ve never met a person who’s sure about their dream. They all want something big, something beautiful but I don’t even know what my dreams are. When I was a child, I wanted to become pilot so that I can fly high in the sky but as I grew up, I realized that just because I want to fly that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve to become pilot for that. I can sit as a passenger in the plane and still cherish it. I’ve always ran away from everything, be it good or bad and now I only wish to live; to live a normal life. Maybe that’s my dream. It is necessarily not important to always wish for something extra ordinary just because every one around us is striving to achieve their be

CHAPTER 11: Ruby has been having a nightmare-of falling in love in her dreams. She hate all this whenever she found herself hugging and kissing with her enemy in the dreams. She only sees all this as a fake life. Some believe dream were just a drama which can't be true. So she believes the same at this moment.

Justin breathed, his voice low and fierce, “is to let them ruin that little beautiful dream you’ve carried throughout these years.” The words broke something inside me. I had so many dreams, countless ones, but none had ever come to life. They slipped through my fingers every time, leaving me with nothing but empty hands and aching hope. And now? The only dream I had left was us. Would I ever get to live that dream? Would he be strong enough to carry it with me? Or would the world, cruel and merciless, take that away too?