Man In Dreams Novels & Stories

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

“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.

Lately, I'd been having the same strange dream. A man stood somewhere in the distance, his outline blurred. The only things I could make out were his clear, gentle eyes and the small mole near the corner of one of them. He never spoke. He just watched me with this quiet sadness. Or sometimes, he would murmur, "I miss you so much." No matter how hard I tried, I could never figure out who he was. Nobody in my memory matched him at all.

I was still making sense of the room when a naked man walked in. When I saw his unfeeling blue eyes, I recognised the man to be the very figure that flashed before my eyes on Friday night. And with purposeful wickedness, his tallness approached. And his hands… cold and extremely demeaning… Oh God… The more I replayed the dream, the worse my breathing became. The way he forced my thighs apart, how he cupped my vulva while whispering dangerous statements, added to the tremor in my body. “It was just a dream.” My voice super quiet, I lied to myself.

We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains. "I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer. "His hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What kind of dreams?" "The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else." He smiled, talking softly as though talking to a child. "Dreams aren't real, darling. They're just your injured mind creating fantasies." "But it felt so real. He was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach back. I wanted to go to him."

I frowned again when I saw a man sleeping on the side of my bed while his hand was holding one of my hands. Who is this man? And why am I inside the hospital? I confusingly asked in my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what happened. I suddenly remember that I was hit by a car while saving a child. But at the same time, I also remember my dreams. And it seems that my last dream is a continuation of my first dream. My dreams continue while I was unconscious. It's weird. And why is it that I seem to carry the pain I felt in my dream until now that I am already awake? I can still feel the heartache caused by Alpha Duncan's betrayal of mm in my dream. Because of that thought, my head suddenly hu

But dreams like that are silly, and childish, I know better than to dream at all anymore. It is insane what distracts me from sleep, which is much needed considering everything that happened in the past twelve hours. It wasn’t almost possibly being raped, or coming home to my little brother beaten to a bloody pulp, or even the fact that I practically kicked my mom out. On the contrary, it’s the tall, dark, and captivating, beautiful man that wouldn’t let my mind rest. I keep seeing his remarkable lightly, natural tanned face. The strong outline of his cheekbones, and the way his muscles had hugged his dress shirt. I close my eyes and try to remember the beautiful golden brown color of his e

In the dream she is walking with a man hand in hand and they were laughing. In the dream, the man was tall, slim and he looked young, almost as young as Elena. They walked into a store and that's where I woke up. I didn't think anything of it at the time but then the dream kept om coming back on different occasions. I think that it's time I told Elena about my dream, I am starting to think that they're more than dreams. Nothing is ever as it seems in this place, I have learned that much. Elena was right though, with every answer we get, more questions come up, there's just no end to all of this. At this point I think they we are all better off taking a break.

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

I said as I look up at the ceiling then smile. I take a deep breath then let my eyes close as I sleep in comfort and lightness. Then, I dream about something happy and exciting YET scary. The only difference of it from my usual dreams back at home is that all I dream is all about Evetora and a mysterious man that I am willing to sacrifice my life to, by covering him from being impaled by a sword. That dream made me wonder... who is that mysterious man? Is that a premonition that I will die in Evetora if I stay here longer or just a mere dream created by my confused and dazzled mind?