Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

-You've been so sleepy lately, you're waking up later every day. -It's not my fault, it's those dreams, they're warning me of something. -Again with the same thing? -I know what you're going to say, but it's not normal, I keep dreaming about the same thing and I feel I'm in danger. That man I told you about, the one who saved me from the being, something happened to him, that being did something to him. -Calm down daughter. -I can't calm down. Now that he's gone, it will be easier for him to catch me and I'm afraid that if he does, I won't be able to wake up.

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and

Why did they fight each other though? “I don’t want them to break up. If they break up then I’m not believing in love anymore.” I was still busy listening to them talk when the scene in my dream changed, making me get confused because it felt as if I was in a game being controlled just so I could find out something and win this round, but the thing is, I don’t know what I should find out because I’m so lost, I didn’t know what was happening, and I didn’t know who the fuck Sea really is.

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER Very early in the morning, Hunter sat on the floor of his room, his back against the door and his knees up against his chest. He was staring at the ceiling with almost vacant eyes, he sniffed, wiping away the tears that had streamed down his cheeks as all the events that happened in his dream whirled viciously inside his head. He couldn't understand why he kept on dreaming about the same person all the time. He started having these dreamlike visions ever since he turned ten and now, five years later, it continued, nothing changed. The way he remembered it happening five years ago was the same way it kept on happening. The man in his dreams looks so familiar yet strange at

Alex and Arthur stared at Adam, as if waiting for him to confirm something. "It was a dream....isn't it?" he hesitantly spoke. "Or it is not?" his voice was getting smaller and smaller, with a hint of disbelief. The three of them stared at each other in silence. After a few seconds of sudden silence, Alex and Adam reacted. "Holy shit" Alex cursed. "Are we dreaming the same thing?" he pointed at the two with his index finger. "Oh really?" "Impossible." "This is crazy!" "Wait. Do we have the same dream? Seriously?" Alex narrowed his eyes. "Let's confirm it."

“I don’t know. With everything? About us? Everything. It’s just...we have known each other for so long that…” Sophie nodded in understanding as she listened intently to the younger girl’s explanation. Sophie madly in love with Max and the do the intimacy she never got with anyone else, especially not with her best friend Lena. Although, at this point she was pretty certain it wasn’t the only thing keeping her in a constant state of confusion and confusion that constantly consumed her. The girl couldn’t explain why she kept dreaming about the same dream. She knew that she dreamed about different people and places, she knew that her dreams consisted mostly of memories, but why she kept seeing

I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake. I think of what the world could be,a vision of the one I see.A million dreams are keeping me awake..🎶 I was really surprised, I've never heard such a beautiful voice..I walked closer to see the person,and I saw the witch.. "What ?How can a person like her have this type of voice" I said inwardly,and I hid so she won't see me..

“What do you mean?” “Jessica, whatever you dream, I dream the same too. Whatever I dream, you dream as well. Through that, we can cross realms by placing ourselves in others’ dreams, and they wouldn't even know or remember. Dreams are meant to be forgotten but not for us. We are built differently. We remember at most and cannot let it go. It is only a dream Walker that can leave footprints in anyone's dream and still remember what happened there. It takes one to know one.”

The dream I had was similar to the one I had when she first ran away from me The fear and hopelessness, thinking no one could ever truly love me anymore, the same setting, same person, same place.However in this dream I was a different person and she loved me and I did not need to force a child out of her because we had ours. It was a good dream but suddenly I woke up and realized it was very late, I had no idea I slept for that long

I can do that once I save her, but for now, I'll enjoy my chance to be with her, even if it's just in a dream. The dream is actually like watching a movie on repeat. Everything that happens is identical. The place of the dream, Luceethe's actions, and the words she speaks are all identical to the previous dream. The only one changing in every dream was me. I didn't repeat any of my words or actions. I try to savor it, even if I appear pathetic. I think this is how I cope. I think this is how I maintain my sanity. "What takes you so long to go home?" she asked in my dream. I smiled, as it's the words that I repeatedly hear, but I never get tired of hearing them.