Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

Waking up with the familiar scream, my body instantly reacts to the dream, trying to stop myself, but I can’t. Walking down the stairs, I feel a sense of change: something in the dream has changed. I can feel my body stiffen up as the phone rings. The same voice, the same words, everything is the same. A vision shows Jackson standing there and I hear the sound of the gun. I see him falling to the floor. Just as I do, I scream, trying to wake up. I can’t wake up. I’m lying on the floor screaming, the image of Jackson bleeding in my mind yet I can’t get to him. Why has the dream changed? Why Jackson and why now?

SLOANE It's the same nightmare again. I woke up screaming. It's the same dream, the one I hate the most. The one that haunts me. Whenever I try to close my eyes, I see them. I see the faces of my friends. The same friends that should have survived, the ones that should have been alive. They had their hopes and dreams, but it's all gone. I saw their blood, I heard their screams. The way they begged, and the way their lives ended.

He took the microphone from her and, holding her hand in his free hand, another tune began to play, and he sang for her; I found a love for me Oh, darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

'It's the same dream again' Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Suddenly, the door of my room opened and Monique entered. “Cathy! I heard you scream. Did you have a nightmare again?” “Yes, it’s the same dream again.” It's always the same dream. My nightmares started a month after we moved here to Capital City. I thought it would vanish after some time, but it never did. Even if 3 years have already passed, my nightmares remained though. The worst thing is that it's always the same scenario. Winter's body is on the operating table. All of a sudden, a warm embrace caught me off-guard. "Cathy, I told you. We should get you a psychologist. It's not normal anymore."

The nun and the man-whore. Everyone raised their hand except for me. Well, that’s weird. “What?” as their eyes bored holes in my face. “Never once? With, Jake?” Cole raised an eyebrow. I held Jake’s hand, and he squeezed mine. “It’s not like I haven’t dreamt about him... oh God, why am I even explaining why I don’t have wet dreams to you guys.” I hissed, and they only chortled at me. “I dream about Jake, but it’s all the good memories we have until now. You know, how he protects me, how he takes care of me. Every night since my grandparents died, I had nightmares about their accident. And since Jake stood up to take care of me, that’s all I dream about. Even when the video broke out, I still

“It’s complicated, but I’ve always been a simple person, so I’ll try to put it simply.” She nodded. “If you can confirm that the feeling from both of them is the same, then it’s right to say they’re the same person. It might look like a stretch to you because dreaming about a stranger is odd, but feelings don’t lie.” “If at first glance you recognize the feeling, then what else is there to doubt?” I asked, my brows raising slightly. “The moment you decide to start doubting, then you come up with a million more reasons why they can’t be the same person.”

Diamond called out, shaking me. I opened my eyes slowly. “My Diamond,” I called with hoarse voice. It was the same dream, but this time it was with more details. Unlike the previous times, he had spoken to me. I still couldn’t see his face, but it felt more real. The night I caught James and Kristie. It was the same man who had taken me home, yet I was so drunk that I didn’t make out his face. What had happened on that night? Why do I keep having the same dream? How did the dream end?

the man said soothingly. Katheryn clasped her hands. She hugged the man, "I had a bad dream. The same dream. The dream came back to haunt me again. What really happened? Why do I keep having the same dream all this time?" To be continued... Hi, meet me again in a new story. This time I made a story with a dark romance theme. Hope you like it, guys :) Don't forget to comment and give me your gems, hehe. Thank you:)

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone’s eyes turned to us. I maintained my smile, giving nothing away, not even a hint of anger. Meanwhile, Quinn pranced around like a little dog with its tail wagging, eagerly showcasing her newfound closeness with Serena to anyone willing to notice. It was as if stepping on me would somehow elevate her standing. "That’s great, my dear Quinn! I’ve been hoping for someone to help me out!" I warmly grasped Quinn’s hand, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Of course, I was thrilled for someone to take over the mess I’d left behind.