Novel & Cerita My Dream Man

LYRA* When the man from my dream returned, my soul leaped with joy. I could feel his touch as he kissed me and held my hand. His touch was the only thing that broke the barrier of nothingness, but still, I could not break free. I felt I would forever be trapped within the confines of my mind.

“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

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.”

But no need, because the man is approaching my bed and I can see his face. Feels strange and foreign. That was my first impression. I felt like I had never seen him. Then who is he? “Kim Hana,” exclaimed the man, looking at me. Does my name change when I dream? “You finally woke up after a long time,” said the man holding my right-hand tight. Just like that woman, he also speaks English.

The next morning, right after finishing the morning meeting at Horizon Properties, I was getting ready to inspect our newly acquired landmark project when I ran into Ryan right outside the office building. "Hannah…" He had dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was raw and hoarse. "My stomach was killing me all night long. I felt like I was literally dying…" Holding back his emotions, he reached out, trying to grab my sleeve. His voice was laced with desperation. "Can we please get back together? I don't care about becoming a director anymore, and I don't care about having some fancy degree-holder to show off. I just want you. Please come back and take care of me."

His eyes were vacant, but there was an unmistakable plea in them. This time, Leon didn’t feel fear. He steadied himself and asked calmly, "What do you want?" The man stopped, staring at him with unwavering intensity. "Make him repay my family. Give my children a future..." Leon frowned, processing the man’s words, but before he could ask anything further, the scene shifted. A woman’s ghostly figure materialized in the dream. The moment the man saw her, he lost control, chasing after her in a frenzy. Leon's view began to blur, the clarity of the dream unraveling as it descended into chaos.

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left. But dreams have a different kind of meaning to humans. They mean a lot, and are deeply personal to those involved. Dreams mean freedom; they give you a glimpse of the future and the truth. A dream can reveal a possibility of what might be. The dreamer is able to see the future with clarity, but it’s far less clear than what the actual event actually looks like. And that’s why, even though he tried hard to avoid dreaming as much as possible, sometimes, he found himself dreaming about the same exact thing over and over again. Sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes, there

It was then that I realized that if I replaced the expertly tailored suit with a denim shirt and jeans, the same tall, dark, hunky stranger who haunted my dreams was the very same tall, dark, hunky stranger whose deep, breathy, voice caressed me in a way that could only be described as erotic. The temptation to shout that I knew him from my dreams was great, but the realization of how crazy I’d sound prevented me from acting upon it. I did, however, step back to put some distance between his sexy energy and my overheated body, so that I could better gather my wits about me. If he noticed my sudden retreat, he made no indication of it as Eliza approached and formally introduced him as the ow

Sleep finally claimed me even though the sky outside had begun to turn a crimson color. I was warm and satisfied nuzzling into my pillow which smelled amazing. I had no dreams of that horrid movie, instead I dreamt about being cuddled up to a big strong man whose arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, fitting my body perfectly. My head was resting on this man’s chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. My dream man had perfectly chiseled abs under my palm and I traced the outlines of his pecs with a finger. "Harper, stop" a groggy voice said.