Novel & Cerita Reality Vs Dream

But are dreams always dreams? Visions are said to be sights into the unknown – whether that be the hidden past or the unpredictable present and future; but visions can also be linked to the one who saw them. For in visions we have two types: the visions that are given unto us and the visions that are born from us. How does one differentiate visions from dreams? And how can one tell whether something is a dream or a vision when what is seen has never been thought of before, nor pondered over even in passing? The answer to all these questions is time. Time tells all these things. And time definitely reveals the authenticity of visions. Kylie was facing a strange situation. A dream? A vision? W

Their hearts were broken and they were still in shock from everything that had happened. The horrible image of May in the hole totured summer as she sheepishly followed the rest of the campers on their way back to the camp, it was hard to breath, she had no idea why she was even making an attempt to live at that point when she all she wanted to do was die. The wind gushed loudly and suddenly, and it scared them all. They stopped as the movement of a creature passing swiftly could be felt. "Stay calm everyone we are not so far from the camp " John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds

Confused, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows. "I’m dreaming…" she murmured, more to herself than to him. Vlad tilted his head slightly. "Maybe," he replied as he brought his hands to his belt and loosened it calmly. "But even if you are… nothing will happen that you don’t want." "If this is a dream…" she murmured, her voice faltering, "then why does it feel so real?" Vlad took a step forward. "Because dreams," he said softly, "usually show what you try to hide when you’re awake."

"Then, who are you? In real life, you're like that. You shift blame, run from consequences, and use other people's lives to patch over your guilt. You think dreams change anything? They're just another escape." She froze. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. "Maybe you're right. In dreams and reality, I've always been the same." "Dreams are fantasies. Reality is cruel. You killed Adam and caused Grandpa's death. No dream can rewrite that," I said flatly. Talia was quiet for a long time. Then, she suddenly slammed her hands against the glass, voice hoarse and desperate. "Lie to me! Just once! Tell me you still love me! Please!"

I explain and walk around my desk, watching as King’s body adjusts to my movement. “So think of that, give me some ideas,” I look around. “Jessica’s lashes are real, though, Miss,” Andrea speaks, and I nod. “They are real, but are they a real part of her?” I ask, and she looks at me. “Look, Hyperreality is a state where we can no longer distinguish between reality and the mere representation of it. So while those lashes exist and are physical things, they are not real as part of Jessica’s body, so any other ideas?” I ask and wait.

It rolls off of me like a dense fog, ebbing past the limits of my own consciousness to delve through the mating bond and track Gloria. Dreams are strange this way: both closer to and more distant from reality, so that our souls can join when the Goddess’s power is at its peak, even as doors to fantastical and surreal worlds swing wide. I don’t know where my mate is, but as long as she is also in the realm of dreams, I know I can find her.

⸻ 🌙 The First Dream The memory continued. ⚡ The sleeping woman opened her eyes. ✨ And instantly— Existence appeared. 🌌 Not intentionally. Not deliberately. ⸻ Simply because she dreamed. ⸻ Stars were dreams. Worlds were dreams. Life was a dream. Reality itself was her dream. 😨 ⸻ The city fell silent. Because they finally understood. ⸻ The Father had not created reality. ⸻ Reality was born from her sleep. ⸻

When he finally spoke, his voice was rough with exhaustion and quiet rage. “They want to break us completely. Make us so dependent on the dream version of us that we stop fighting in reality.” He tilted my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. “But we won’t let them. Those dreams… they’re not the real us. The real us is right here fighting, bleeding, choosing each other even when it hurts like hell.” I nodded, but the ache in my chest didn’t ease. We tried to go back to sleep, but the dream returned almost immediately.

Reality bends. And then we're somewhere else entirely.

om' I called in a murmur focusing all my strength to bring out few words from my mouth. As I opened my eyes slightly the first thing I saw widened my eyes and that image jolted me from my sleep. I pushed myself away from the window sill in surprise sitting straight on the seat, again it was that dream. While enjoying little my solitude I didn't realize when I dozed off and that dream was there again. But this time it was different from my memories, different from what I remember of that day. I saw that same black figure up close. It was standing just above me those big scary golden eyes staring right at me but the memories were hazey I still couldn't figure out What it was?