Life Is Just A Dream Novels & Stories

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.

"She deserves it, now I miss her so much, it's even barely two days" Leon rubbed her shoulder and she continued after a sniff. "This week is a very long and sad one isn't it? Mum passed on yesterday, Lost a job today, expecting an arrogant brother tomorrow and meeting my so called dad next after a very long time" she sighed.. "If I only had the power to control my own life, I would have done so a long time ago, I would have programmed it to go the way I want" "The weather is getting cold, would you like something warm to drink?" Leon asked and Mareili nodded with a sad smile..

A dream in which I was having a peaceful life with my love, a dream in which everything was fine, but it was all a dream. If it was a dream, I don't wanna wake up from this dream. The dream where even after I'm awake, I'm still in a dream. Can't keep me from falling..... falling too fast, deeply in love. A drop of tear slipped from the corner of my eye, my heart skipped a beat thinking that I'm no longer in that sweet dream wherein everything felt like reality.

But I know she could. The dream still swirled in my mind. Is that really just a dream? Why is it so real? Or, maybe I’m the only one who thinks that’s true? It doesn’t mattera anymore, it might just be a product of myself being hungry. I’ll just eat it out and not bother myself anymore about it. It is just a bad dream. A dream is a dream, after all.

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

The first dance of many many many. Dreams really do come true, man. ****

"I just think dreams are the life we're living when we're asleep. They're just as real as everything else." Not seeing confusion, Alex contained. "I just, well," he said, pausing, and getting comfortable, like he knew he'd be there for a bit. "What if I told you that my life since I was thirteen, has been one long dream?" "I would say you sound like me in many ways. You know what you said, about living a life, and it just being a dream? I think you're kind of right. We dream, we have to have them, but it doesn't mean we have to sleep during them, right? Okay now I'm just rambling on I know but," Oshey sighed thinking about Connor and Rhyanne as well as the mystery man she had dreamt of for

I needed no one to tell me what his dreams were all about. It was all over him and it kinda made me sweaty. Geez! His dream was about how I was killed in my past life. Was the universe trying bro play some kind of weird game with me because none of it seemed to make any sense.

I like it the way it is— truthful, simple and plain. Now as I prepare to sleep, I wonder why I called my mother in my dream or rather Drake's mother as 'mom' instead of 'mum' as I have been doing the whole time. Maybe it was better to make her look quite different. After all, she was just a part of a teenage boy dream. A dream that may never come again. I hope you like my dream. I hope you can truly relate to it. You can say it loudly. I won't feel bad if you said it. My dream is boring and I know it is. It is ok to laugh about it because am willing to join you in your laughter.

So, I started typing. “I’ve never met a person who’s sure about their dream. They all want something big, something beautiful but I don’t even know what my dreams are. When I was a child, I wanted to become pilot so that I can fly high in the sky but as I grew up, I realized that just because I want to fly that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve to become pilot for that. I can sit as a passenger in the plane and still cherish it. I’ve always ran away from everything, be it good or bad and now I only wish to live; to live a normal life. Maybe that’s my dream. It is necessarily not important to always wish for something extra ordinary just because every one around us is striving to achieve their be