Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

She touches her lips because she feels that she was the one who was kissed by that man who has the same face as Razel. “Why would I keep on dreaming about them? I haven't thought of that kind of relationship with Razel yet because of that, there was a piece of my heart that was hoping that they could conquer all of their problems because it looks like they love each other.” “at last, I saw you again,” I looked at the same girl in my dream last night because she appeared again in my dream. “Why do you keep on visiting my dream? Who are you? I know that I am only dreaming yet I'm so curious why I've been dreaming like this?”

NICO I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Everywhere is fuzzy and I'm disoriented. It's the same nightmare, same eyes, same voice, same place and the same person. The same dream I've had a million times since I was fifteen. You'd think I would have gotten used to it by now, but I'm not. Every night, it's the same dream, each one worse than the last. But I'm not there, and I've moved on. Right?

I turned to my side to see Vivian laying sound asleep. I groaned out of laziness, as I stretched a little bit further. I took out the duvet and got to my feet. I took a sip from the glass I had poured some water from the dispenser. And my mind went back to the dream I had. I wondered why I always had the same dream, over and over again. I just couldn't understand what was happening with me. Why do I always see the same dream over and over again. "D.. Darren." I heard my name, as I turned back to see Vivian moving her hands on the bed. I slowly pushed the pillow to her as she clutched on it, thinking that I was the one.

“You didn’t sleep again?” Sophie whined, looking me over as she stumbled sleepily from the bedroom. I just shrugged, “Same dream again.” It was the third night in a row now that I’d had the same dream. It didn’t always start out the same way but the end was the same. I’d wake up in a panic, clutching my neck where I’d felt his teeth mark my skin as he claimed me as his.

I uttered. “You will be fine, I promise you that!” He muttered, wiping my tears off my face. “Why do I keep having the same dream over and over again?” I asked him, I needed someone else to understand what was going on with me for my sake. “What dream is that?” He asked with curious curiosity. “The one I have every night, the nightmare! I had the same nightmare last night and it was more terrible than it used to be! It was more vivid and disturbing than before! Why am I in such a dream?” I asked him as if he had answers to all my questions.

I feel myself being thrown and i start falling as painful howls echo in my ears and black dots cloud my vision. I wake with a scream bolting into a sitting position as sweat pours down my forehead. I've been having the same dream every night for the past week since I've been back home and i don't know why. Every night its the same, the same empty warehouse building, the same figure the same two people who throws me in the well, and sadly the same ending. I never see the men who throw me in the well or the figure that gave the order all i know is they want me to be the ruthless killer i was while i was with the council.

“So, is it always the same dream? Or is it different every time?” I was hoping he had forgotten about my dream and was slightly disappointed that my hope was false. I looked at him and I ran over the question in my mind. “Well, it's the exact same dream. Exactly the same, every time,” I paused for a second. “And the result is always the same. I spend the day off in my own little world thinking about her.”

I reminded myself. "Why?" I jumped at the voice from behind me. "Ah! You." I sighed holding my racing heart. I almost got a minor attack. "A dream is not something you see to forget and discard. It stays with you until you get it. You can never be at peace until you've accomplished it." He said. "People get greedy when they dream." I reminded. "Why? U don't believe in yourself?." "Nope." I simply shrugged. He sighed shaking his head. "Why are women so stupid?"

I stop waiting him ta say something. "You can't figure what?" He asks. "The dreams are approximately the same but it's strange." "What do you mean by strange?" "When I have that dream, I wake up in the same our 03:10 am." "And I can guess that, it is different from your past, right?" He says. "No relationship........Except...." "All ears" He encourages me to continue.

Nobody in my memory matched him at all. Then one night, after yet another late shift, I was scrolling through my phone like a zombie when a pop-up appeared out of nowhere. It had a cheap glittering border, the whole nine yards, a classic bottom-of-the-barrel web ad. It was for some app I had never heard of called Astra. I was about to close it when my finger froze in midair for three full seconds. The model on the landing page looked exactly like the man from my dreams. I could not bring myself to close it. Instead, I kept reading.