Novel & Cerita My Dream Man

It's hard to describe it, but I've been having these dreams almost every other night for the last week, and it's made me want to sleep even more to continue to have them. It always starts off the same. I'm in an endless void of endless white all around me. For as far as the eye can see, I see nothing. Suddenly, he appears. The man of my dreams. He's tall and handsome. Broad shouldered, and broad chested with shoulder length brown hair slicked back along his head. He has a strong, powerful jawline with just a hint of stubble like he's shaved but not too close to his face. Down along his muscular body he's built like a man who takes care of his body would be: His muscles show up against his bo

When I don’t give an answer, he reaches his hand out as if to touch my arm, but I quickly pull away. “Hey, Elena, it’s me, okay. Calm down, you’re fine. You are safe.” “No, no,” I whisper, coming to a realization. “What was it? What was the dream about?” My stomach twists as I stare at him, not sure how to even spill the words from my mouth. “I… I saw a man. I saw a man who looked just like your father and he was holding his sword over my head, ready to strike down.” “Wha—what? What do you mean?”

But this time, he finally saw the face of the man in the dream clearly. It was Dylan.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

I felt so little and powerless,but I know it's a matter of time, they're all gonna be my dogs soon. "You know what those smokes are"? He asked, his tone asking and I shook my head, a flush started to appear on my cheek, spreading unrecognisable desire to my groin. Dreams have been constant in my sleep, that unknown huge man that eluded my sleep and took me ruthlessly has that close resemblance to this man, the tattoos, and the neck piercing.

I drag my clumsy body from my room to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen. I dreamt about my mom last night, but this time she was the one walking me down the aisle to marry Nathan. I understand it's because I got married yesterday and my mind is still pondering over it. I miss my mom, a lot, I miss my dad too, even though I didn't spend enough time with him. My dad was murdered when I was 6, he really loved my mom, a lot, and I hope I can have that kind of relationship with someone, something genuine, something selfless.

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

I asked inwardly, still examining curiously. Then it clicked, the answer flashed through my mind. Series of my dreams for the past three years flashed into my mind And realization drew on my face as the face of the man in my dream became visible. “ It’s him” my eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck!! This can’t be happening!! MY HANDSOME DREAM MAN IS REAL? I felt faint instantly. I couldn’t believe I was seeing clearly. My eyes swept on his entire body, like I was searching for something. Something to believe that I was actually seeing him and not a fragment of my imagination or dream.

Was it a dream? ***

It was enough time for a nap. If I’d known the dream would come, I would have vetoed sleep. My second dream man was the star of this one. He was wilder than the other, slightly disheveled but equally as dangerous. His chestnut hair was unkempt and fell slightly past his shoulders. Where dream man one was hard lines of wiry muscle, these muscles bulged and I had trouble believing he could contain them under a shirt. He’d never worn one in the dreams so maybe I would never know.