Novel & Cerita Reality Vs Dream

“Sometimes imaginations bleed into reality. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not real.” They were wrapped in each other’s world now, the food forgotten. Lolita was lost in his eyes and he was lost in hers. “It’s different for me,” she told him. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I dream.” “What do you dream about?” “At first, it was about Jarrod.” Her voice was surprisingly strong when she mentioned his name. “I tried seeing some doctors, but the dreams would not leave. It went on for six months.” “Yeah? So what did you do next?”

The room was bathed in moonlight, shadows dancing against the walls like specters. Lila stirred within me, her presence comforting. "That was intense," she remarked with concern. I nodded, the dream still fresh in my mind. "It felt so real," I whispered, the words heavy in the air. Lila nudged closer, her warmth soothing against the night’s chill. "Sometimes, the line between dreams and reality blurs," she mused softly. I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the truth. "I just want to know the truth," I confessed, a whispered plea into the empty night.

She could already sense his body reacting, both here and in the real world. "After you left, it got me thinking about a few things. You see, my mother, may she burn in hell, she isn't real. Yet her presence here was very real, an entity beyond a sense memory. That got me to thinking about the difference between reality and fiction. What here was a lie, and what was the truth? Clearly, you and I are truth. This place, in a way, is truth. It's all part of a code.

Not all dreams come true. Some dreams can just be what they are, which is just dreams. Never to change from that state of nothingness… Just something you witness in your slumber and then the harsh realities of the real world pulls you out from that dream world, the beauty—or the fear—of that reality is gone and is replaced with something much darker. The rising of the sun, the singing of birds and, your body leaving the bed. Nicholas Coleman stared blankly at the dilapidated ceiling over his head, wetness touched the side of his face and he silently wondered if it was the dripping ceiling or if it was just the tears from the dream he’d just had.

“We're here with you; whatever you dreamed, it's not real.” Nadine finished vomiting and then looked at him sadly. “That's the problem; I often can't tell what's a vision from what's a nightmare,” Nadine admitted defeatedly. “It all feels very real.” Nadine hugged me and I looked at Aris with concern. “What felt so real?” I asked my mate carefully.

Darien asked, his eyes questioning her. “Well, I guess she had a horrible nightmare, and maybe she saw you as one of her enemies in it,” the old man speculated. “Exactly,” Jeri agreed with him. “Huh?” Darien explained to her. "But that was only a nightmare. It was not real. Anyone's face could appear in your dream. The role the person played in your dream is unrelated to reality. So, why do you take it so seriously? Come on, Jeri. You aren't a kid for me to explain this to you.”

Enough, okay? He just stuck his tongue out on me several times as he crossed his arms. So childish! “Make sense, Caius.” “Alright. Typically,” he suddenly said, then sat properly on his chair, fingers on his chin, “when we dream, we are not conscious that the dream is not real. As far as I remember, there is this character in the movie Inception quite aptly puts it, “Well, dreams, they feel real when we’re in them, right? It’s only when we wake up, then we realize that something was strange,” pretty cool, right?”

“So, is it always the same dream? Or is it different every time?” I was hoping he had forgotten about my dream and was slightly disappointed that my hope was false. I looked at him and I ran over the question in my mind. “Well, it's the exact same dream. Exactly the same, every time,” I paused for a second. “And the result is always the same. I spend the day off in my own little world thinking about her.”

I nodded my head, "Do you know any ground like that?" "I can't remember anything. The ground might be barren in your dreams but it could look entirely different in reality. There is always a line between dreams and reality. Your dreams are a warning and we need to know how precise they are. We can't waste our time right now in finding a ground that may or may not exist." He was right.