Reality Vs Dream Novels & Stories

Feeling her face flaming up as she seemed to realise that he was most likely naked, she took another step back, an apology on the tip of her tongue before she cut herself off and instead blurted out, "Professor, is this real? Are you...a part of my dream?" He swam a bit closer, the water wading over his rippling muscled arms and his eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement. "Dreams have a way of intertwining reality and imagination, don't they? Perhaps we have found ourselves in a realm where the boundaries of both blur." She took a step back, the coolness of the water lapping at her feet. "But why are you here? How did you become a part of this dream?" Lucas shrugged, a mysterious smile tugg

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

"He said it in the dream. It felt real, Mama." I tightened my arms around her, refusing to let her feel how badly that landed. "Dreams aren't real, right, Mama?" Maya's voice came small and quiet from the other bed, trying to sound braver than her face showed. "Right." I found her eyes over Nora's shoulder. "Dreams can't hurt you. Only real things can, and nothing real is getting anywhere near you three. Not while I'm breathing." I held her until her breathing slowed, until Maya and Lila finally settled back against their pillows.

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

, I mused. I remember once telling a close associate back in the days that dreams were like reality mirrors in the sense that they portrayed real life true and well but the problem was just as the mirrors played with details so did dreams also do likewise. And this I held on to for a really long time. Up until today. “Maybe it's just you imagining things”, I said, not wanting to accept my dream as my reality. “How could all that possibly happen while I sat, watched and did nothing? Where was everybody to begin with?” I asked myself.

His words have the ring of prophecy to them, like speaking a gospel, not unlike the reverent tones of the magi. "Is any of this real?" I finally ask the question that has been haunting the back of my thoughts. The dream state felt real enough once. How do I know that I ever woke up? "Or has someone placed me in another lucid dream?" "You speak of dreaming and reality as if they are two different things." his eyes are patient and sympathetic, as if explaining a concept he knows I won't understand. You and your mate still can't see the truth. You're too busy looking at the problem sideways."

Before she could finish, I cut her off "I don't think so!" She then interrupted me to finish what she was saying. "Yes, we are, it's only our souls who are here, not our bodies… We witches can connect with others that we don't know where to find through their dreams, but it doesn't reveal their locations … It's more like a dream… a real dream." "Okay… I got the dream part." I told her, "but still can't get what you mean by describing the dream as a real one…" "The real dream part means that whatever happens here will happen to us in real life." She explained, but her explanation did nothing but freak me out.

He leveled her to keep speaking. “Nightmares. Terrible things happening to people around me. You know it all, Silas. And sometimes what I dreamt of came true. It was a coincidence, maybe I read it somewhere before or after and my subconscious stored it away someplace. Then when everything subdued, it stood stark against the normal events of my day. This pattern hasn’t changed, you know. I still see things but now I know they can’t be real.” She sighed, imagining how horrible it’d have actually been if they were real. And what did it mean for her, that she could dream a reality?

Even though it pained him to let them face such a creature without sufficient knowledge and skills, he had to set aside his doubts about their capabilities. -----"Most of the things in reality are far from our expectations. Maybe a certain dream can become real, but it will not happen exactly as it did in your dream. It can be better or worse. Whatever it may be, the effects will leave a great impact on your life. That's how strongly reality hits a person, and you can't do anything but go with the flow and accept the present."-----

Her face goes white as she explains, this dream has really shaken her up. “That would never happen, Alena. For a start, if Jackson was to leave, he would never take the girls away from you. You have to be thinking something like that for you to have the dreams.” I explain, trying to soothe her. She shakes her head, trying to disagree with my statement. “No, I would usually just say it is a dream, yet it seems so real, like the others which ended up being true, or almost true.” What dreams is she on about? Dreams are dreams. They may have meanings, but they don’t come true. “Okay, what dreams were they?” Moving, I sit on the bed, waiting for her to start.