Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

I explain to him, fully aware that it doesn’t make much sense. Mr. Fisher hums over it, trying not to express his confusion. “Okay. Which one do you favour?” I have to think about that for a long moment. My dream has the same people appear every night, and usually the same events happen, just in different ways. None of their names ever come up. I know them simply by their appearances. Both of the main guys are handsome, with those piercing silver eyes. One has dark, curly hair while the other has ruffled brown hair. The other differences are too blurry to notice, usually.

I want to go, but I can’t promise anything, so I don’t reply in either negative or affirmative. I have missed him while he was away, but being around Raff makes me wish he didn’t have a girlfriend and then there is that adorable Japanese person who I am not sure is even real, yet shows up in my dreams. I have dreamt of them more and more vividly and now know that they have cute little breasts with pierced nipples that make me wet just thinking about them and a beautiful cock that is deceptively large for someone so petite. My visions showed them tied and fucked by a sexy man with dreadlocks in several dreams and I wake up hot and bothered. I am still dreaming about Aiden as well, but now the

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

She stood still for a moment, trying to make sense of it, but the man beside her remained silent. Later, she woke up in bed, troubled by the dream she had just experienced. It felt almost like a memory, and she quickly scribbled it down in her diary so she wouldn’t forget. The dream reminded her of the one she had during her last therapy session—it was like a continuation.

Jaehyun confessed, and now it's Jimmy's turn to have the same goosebumps. "What do you mean?" "Are you having the same dream as mine?" Jimmy asked to confirm that he was hearing it right. Jaehyun nodded "Yeah, and last night I dreamt of Peach being beaten by a group of thugs in a park that looked exactly like this park, but it's a little bit ambiguous." A short moment of silence passed before Jimmy opened his mouth again. "Isn't it weird? Why do you think we have the same dreams, and why are we dreaming about them?" Jimmy asked, expecting the latter to have no answer about it either.

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

I didn't said anything I went back to my room I started drinking I don't know how many bottles I drank now iam totally drunken I seen someone standing beside my bed its weirdo why this girl not even leaving me even in my dreams but I pulled her wrist she fallen on me I sat beside her and looking at my weird dream with this weirdo I tugged her hair behind her ear she is looking at me nervously she is leaving i hugged her tightly and said "dont" she stayed calm (Alan Walker - sad some times , guys listen to this song while reading this)

Sinclair drop Brenda off this morning? Brenda's face swung between red and ghostly pale as the whispers spread like wildfire. She fumbled with her phone, trying to call David. No matter how many times she dialed, the line stayed dead. The murmurs only grew louder, and tears started to spill from her eyes. I didn't feel an ounce of pity. Not after what they'd done to me in my previous life. Instead, I leaned in, twisting the knife. "Can't get through to Daddy? Maybe try Mommy." I let my smirk widen. "Oh, right. She just got fired—and slapped a few times. I'm sure she has a moment to pick up."

I stared at the ceiling and reminisce what happened a while ago, I can’t help thinking but smile. The long wait is over, someone was interested in my story and my life. It’s shocking. It felt unreal. The tiredness of the whole day caught me up. My eyes started to close, my body was aching for some rest, and I don’t have any energy to do any. I let my consciousness slowly eat my whole body and was lost in dreams. Good night.

"Ever since we were kids, you've been breathing down my neck, controlling every little thing I do. Who the hell do you think you are? "I let you have your way half the time, but can you just leave me alone already? I'm exhausted. Sometimes, I think the gossip was right. No wonder you were abandoned. Who could put up with a jinx like you?" A wave of intense nausea rolled through my empty stomach, a bitter lump forming in my throat. I couldn't throw up or swallow it. The ten-year-old Diana, the 17-year-old Diana... I had spent years trying to fuse all those cherished versions of her into the woman standing before me.