Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

His voice boomed around, so deep and intense it made the ground underneath me vibrate. With a jolt, I woke up and looked around only to realise that I was in my room. My chest heaved, breaths coming out in a gasp as I tried to swallow. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself few seconds to breathe, basking in the morning sun. Few strands of hair clung to my sweaty forehead. It was that damned dream again. I don't even remember why I can't stop having the same dream. Who are those people? And why do they keep chasing me?

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

Raymond, grim-faced, pushed aside anyone who tried to stop him and led Melanie to the hospital. He knelt before the lifeless Bethany. "Mom, don't worry about Melanie. I'll take good care of her and make her the happiest woman in the world. As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure neither you nor Melanie suffers." It would seem that the promises he made were only good for seven years. Feeling like a chunk of her heart had been ripped out, Melanie opened her mouth to say something, but the tears came first. So this was what being in agony felt like.

Amelia had a long dream. It was sweet at first but later turned into a nightmare when she realized she couldn't wake up from it. She had dreamt of a happy life with Ethan. There were no worries, just happiness and perfection. Everyday was blissful; she wanted it to last forever. But then she noticed everything was the same everyday. She kept going through the same things over and over again. It was like re-living the same experiences everyday. She realized it wasn't real and decided to make a run for it. The man in her dreams was not Ethan. At least, not the real one.

I care for him, yes, but love, no. Now to the dream. I'm heartbroken it wasn't real. The way I felt in this dream, the things I saw. It was so real. This dream had to have been the universe showing my soulmate to me. Why else would I have a dream about someone I've never met before in my life? He's out there somewhere; I know it. If we had exchanged names as he wanted, would I be able to find him somehow? So stupid, I mentally slapped myself at the thought.

You do not need phone or something when Lilly is there she is complete fun. "Thanks ,but this is not the way you wake someone on their birthday". "Well I don't want to but you are not waking up and seeing your sweaty head I got hint that you are seeing that dream again so I thought to save you ", she explain herself. "So tell me, I save you this time?" She asked, no said while flipping her hair. "No". 'You come Too late' I replied pressurising on too. Well Lilly know about my weird dreams and from the day I tell her she is obsessed with saving me. It's like some drama for her where you wait for another episode to know what's gonna happen. She did the same.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

he said softly, not unkindly. Aria stared at him, still dazed. “How long have you been there?” “A while.” She sat up, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. “Why?” He didn’t answer at first. Just leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees like he was trying to hold the weight of something invisible. “I’ve had the same dream,” he said. “Different setting. Same silence.” “What happens in yours?” His eyes met hers. “Everyone I ever tried to save dies.”

“Get outta here with that fantasy crap. You wanna be my old man or something? Keep dreaming.” ***