Keep Dreaming The Same Person Novels & Stories

It felt suffocating when he dominated me like that, so I gritted my teeth and shouted as I shivered, “Get lost! Get away from my dreams!” Subsequently, I also thought to myself, ‘Why am I having this kind of weird dream? It’s not just that I can’t wake up, but it’s also becoming harder to differentiate dreams from reality.’ “Linda…” Dicken whispered my name with his deep voice. He then spoke in fluent Japanese, “Linda, my Linda. Do you wish for me to be the same as you? I will fulfill this desire of yours. I will evolve. Remember, this is just a sign of what’s coming.”

I felt Drey’s palms on my right cheek, brushing away the tears my eyes keep on shedding. I’m too weak to utter a word. Too fragile to defend myself. “I never thought it would be this painful,” I whispered. “I’ve been dreaming of falling in love, having a fancy wedding, having kids. But I never dreamt of loving someone who can never be mine. You know this feeling Drey? It hurts. It hurts like hell.”

He asked, frowning. “I can’t sleep most nights…” Bridgette whispered. “Nightmares?” Kane asked. “Everytime I close my fucking eyes. It's always the same damn dream. Sometimes certain parts of the dream will change, just little things here and there. The core concept of the dream, nonetheless, always remains the same.” She said, leaning back in her chair tiredly. “How long has this been going on?” Kane asked. “Too long.” Bridgette whispered, sitting back up.

"Archie wake up, please wake up!" I keep calling out my voice getting higher and higher but it doesn't make any difference, no one coming to help us. "ARCHIE!" I shoot up dripping in sweat and breathe so hard my heart is pounding against my ribs. I've had this very same dream more than once since the fire but it doesn't make sense. It's not what happened that night and I can't figure out why I keep dreaming it this way. I keep focusing on my breathing but momentarily freeze when I realize that someone's here with me. I look at him and I swear my mind must be playing tricks on me. it can't be him surely.

"I don't know how it happened but you killed him. There's just one problem, you-" "Died" I completed the statement for him and he nodded. "How many times did you have that dream?" I asked.He sighed. "I lied. Last night wasn't the only time I dreamt of it. I've dreamt this same dream thrice. I never finish the dream. After you die, I see my sister sitting in a coffee shop. She looks a few years older. She sees someone and the shock on her face is hard to miss. I never get to see who she's looking at"

On other nights, I can’t bear the pain and I cry myself to sleep while ‘Shake it off’ by Taylor Swift blares from a house party two rooms down the hall. I am not free in my dreams either. They should be the only place where I find peace amidst the harsh reality of life but it’s always almost never the case. In my dreams, I see the life I left behind. I see Kian and in every version of my dream, he is running after me and begging me to stay. It’s the same dream every damn time and sometimes, I am too afraid to close my eyes to sleep because dreaming about the same thing a thousand times doesn’t make it less painful. I’ve done everything I can to make the past remain in the past.

“Damn it! Why do I keep having these dreams?!”Jade bolted upright, panting, her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers instinctively ran through her tousled hair as she tried to steady herself. The remnants of yet another vivid dream clung to her mind—intimate, heated, and frustratingly persistent.Every night, without fail, her dreams unfolded like a never-ending drama, each one seamlessly continuing from where the last left off. And every single time, they revolved around the same man.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

That was what he was supposed to have done, why was I supposed to be the one doing it? After some couples of minutes we spent strolling around the beach, we both ended up sitting at a spot that was near the sea. It was so easy to watch how the sea flaps its arms against itself right in the distance. “You know, a day after you left I had a dream.” Jason said, and I was surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. “Really?” “Yes. I saw both of us sitting by the beach exactly this way. You had your head resting on my shoulder while I kept on fondling with your hands. It was a sweet dream I wished I wouldn’t wake up from that day. It was what inspired this trip.”

one of the men said. ⸻ LUXIAN’S ROOM – Luxian’s POV I woke up with a pounding headache. “F**k. Why do I keep having that same dream?” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I got up from the bed and went to wash my face. The same dream. Over and over since I turned eighteen. Always ending the same way—no resolution, no faces, no closure. Just a blank dream stuck in time. “Those silly couples,” I said under my breath.