Novel & Cerita Read Waking Dreams

Were they there to protect us or to keep me inside? “Maybe it would help if you talked about what you’re dreaming about every night.” Why would I speak to him of all people about my dreams? I’ve always been a bad sleeper, but a cocktail of prescription meds helped me sleep. The problem wasn’t falling asleep, but the dreams. Or nightmares. They started when I was young. Fortunately, I know when I am dreaming and am able to wake myself up from most nightmares. It’s just hard to go back to sleep after. So every night I dream, wake up, then try to fall back to sleep and dream again.

The dream was a vivid tapestry woven with emotions and details that felt too personal, too intimate to share. As the water swirled down the drain, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles clung beneath my eyes, testament to the restless night and the disquieting dreams that had plagued my sleep. I had experienced vivid dreams time and time again, but this was the first instance where I would wake up with a souvenir from my subconscious wanderings.

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

After a good night’s sleep, and a promising day ahead, she was wide awake at 5, beating her 7 AM daily alarm. In her dream, he was kissing her everywhere but on the lips, and when he moved to the last destination, she was awakened. Sleep wouldn't let her have the crown of her dream. The morning air was cool, yet she found her naked body sweating.

After sunrise, I felt very sleepy and went to sleep. "Basic werewolf has no discipline, is an adult but still always sleeps on the table." If I was asleep, it would be very difficult to wake up. But, don't worry, I will wake up when it's time for me to wake up at ten at night or nine at night. But, I will wake up prematurely if I dream about how the tragedy of my family massacre happened. After waking up, I just stay in the room and spend time alone with spelling books or magic books like spellings that humans rarely know about.

And then I look up and I see whiskey coloured eyes. Abruptly I wake up, sitting up from the bed, gasping for breath, covered in sweat. Did I justhave a wet dream? And did Ihave it about a certain someone? I'm completely confounded. What the hell just happened? I'm in the hotel bed alone. I glance at the alarm clock eight o'clock. It's morning. I put my head in my hands. I didn't know I could dream about sex, let alone orgasm in my dreams. Wiping my brow, I hop off the bed and get dressed for breakfast with Gabe.

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The most harrowing part is that I am unable to escape this torment, even in the safety of my dreams. Upon waking up, I am immediately confronted with a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that seems to follow me relentlessly throughout the day. It's as if the haunting presence of my nightmares refuses to let go, leaving me constantly on edge and hyperaware of my surroundings. Every creak and whisper sends me into a state of heightened alertness, bordering on paranoia. Trust becomes a luxury I can't afford, and I find myself unable to let my guard down even for a single moment. The intensity of these dreams is so overwhelming that I often wake up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest, and

For once, the insistent hum of worry that usually plagued my thoughts was silenced. As I drifted into sleep, a familiar scene unfolded before me. Two white wolves glistened against the backdrop of silver moonlight, their fur almost ethereal. They circled around me, their eyes holding a wisdom I yearned to understand. This dream was no stranger to me, but tonight, there was a palpable urgency to it.