Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

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

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.

"Nightmares again?" Zachary nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mental state had been poor all day. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same scene playing over and over. If this continued, he felt he might lose his mind. "The same dream?" Sarah asked. Zachary's face was pale. "Always the same." From a psychological perspective, dreams reflect a person's recent mental state, and possibly even their future mental state. The reason someone repeatedly has the same dream is because that particular scene is deeply etched in their memory.

Thomas unbuttons the top button of his shirt to get some air. They stood in the middle of the room staring into each other’s eyes trying to push into each other’s minds. The candle flames became higher, and when he saw the look in her eyes, he could tell as her thoughts seemed to have changed. For some reason, she had remembered her dream from last night. A warm flush overcame her as she pushed into his mind, bringing her hot and steamy dreams with her. That took them down a whole other road. She had been having this dream ever since they had met. When it came to controlling it, that had been rather difficult lately.

I've noticed that from the number of times he's laughed at me. “ Sorry, we didn't come back as promised Dee.” “ It's fine, I understand. Everybody has to stay safe these days no problem. Just try to drag your brothers along with you the next time you come.” Her eyes shone with excitement. Being in here alone provided nothing but happiness as her personality was bubbling with joy. I stared at the floor for the longest time ever, feeling like a third wheel.

I silently sobbed, holding the pillow that my mate slept on a short time ago. I laid there, until her scent slowly pushed me towards sleep. My sleep consisted of visions of Charlie. Her soft raven colored hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, and tiny frame. She was everything I wanted in a mate, and more. My beautiful picturesque dream of Charlie, turned into a nightmare when some unknown man with red eyes came up behind her and sunk his teeth into her neck.

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.

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.

But no need, because the man is approaching my bed and I can see his face. Feels strange and foreign. That was my first impression. I felt like I had never seen him. Then who is he? “Kim Hana,” exclaimed the man, looking at me. Does my name change when I dream? “You finally woke up after a long time,” said the man holding my right-hand tight. Just like that woman, he also speaks English.

Didn't he left yesterday after yelling at me. "You are awake. " he said as I rubbed my eyes and looked at him for answering why is he still here at dawn. "Yeah I have no pride for staying with you even when you called me a con-artist." he replied to my look. And the dream replayed in my mind. Usually I forget about dreams as soon as I wake up but not this time. Why?? Why does people keep telling me is not a good person. In reality or a dream. And why do I want to believe that he is.