Reality Vs Dream Novels & Stories

(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

The extra time absent from home, keeping it a secret from his family, the extra money, it all made sense now. Her 5:30 AM alarm went off, and Susan gladly jumped out of bed. In fact, she had never been so glad to be done sleeping in her life. Oh Fred… why? Why would you hurt people? You’re a good man. While preparing for work, Susan couldn’t help but realize there was a distinct difference between the two dreams. The first one, Susan was in the dream, and could respond. In the second dream, Susan was simply watching but no one seemed to see her and she could not affect the outcome at all. Susan figured that the first one was a dream and the second one was a vision. It also made sense since

Yeah, that's right. I slap myself to show that I'm just dreaming but I felt pain when I did slap my right face. But I still continued. I slap the other side but its still like a while ago, it hurts me but I want to wake up from this bad dream of mine. I slap myself nonstop until someone stop me. "Kat, please." Tina's voice was shaking as well as her hand but she hold my both hands tight as if she doesn't want to let go it. "T...Tina? I'm just dreaming right? Please, tell me. I'm just dreaming please!" I'm begging her like I'm a lost puppy. I hug her tight and cry as much as I want.

The scenes from my nightmare flashed vividly behind my eyes. My hands were once again trapped by the two men while their ring leader was having sadistic fun with me. I was crying hysterically and was thrashing wildly in an attempt to free myself but ended up getting a hard slap. Before things could get more serious, I had woken up and I was really glad that I had. I knew it was a nightmare and thus, wasn't real then why did one side of my face feel warmer than the other? Was I just making things up because of PTSD? I had read something about it somewhere. Was I manifesting my reality into dreams and vice versa?

Oshey tapped the couch as she sat down. "It's a long story." Alex shrugged. "I have time," Oshey said with a sense of really wanting to talk. Alex and Oshey talked all the time, but not about something he was passionate about. Alex nodded and sat beside her. It seemed he had decided on something. "So, dreams tell us what we can't see and should know right? So what if the dreams come into reality? They all do, in a way. I don't think there's a line between them," he said, and then looked at her, expecting to get a strange look back. "I just think dreams are the life we're living when we're asleep. They're just as real as everything else."

She said expectly and I rolled my eyes " Nothing, life is just normal no new thing toy with or put interest too" I said plainly, my expression could show how boring I find this topic to be. " This is you, indirectly saying that you've not found any scholarship program on the internet". "You know me too well" I chuckled and leaned on her while she pushed me away putting on a disgusting face. " I've told you a number of times that those things aren't real the are all fake, scammers looking for people to scam. Don't be a victim because I won't sympathize with you".

I described the world I've been visiting in my dreams, and how real it felt. I told them about the love I have for Nikau and how hard it would be to lose him. The therapist's expression was full of compassion and understanding. "It's natural to feel confused and distressed when we're not sure what's real and what's not," they say. "But it's important to remember that our dreams are just that - dreams. They can be influenced by our experiences and emotions, but they are not reality. It's okay to have strong feelings and attachments in our dreams, but it's important to recognize that they are not the same as real-life relationships."

The one which she had ended her life before she even thought of living. But they were vague because she was slowly sinking deep into her reality. Reality was something of the present. And for all she knew, it was relative. Something verified to exist. Not influenced by wishes or hope, dreams, beliefs, illusions or even imaginations. "What?! Cat got your tongue this time around huh?!" Zaria scorned.

I was enjoying my meal alone in the kitchen with explosions of thoughts about my dream still lingering in my mind. It felt so real, yet I could vividly see Alex's back by the beach, not quite the same as in my dream. As I sipped on a glass of water, a sudden flashback occurred. "I liked you, Alex!" I gasped in surprise. "No! No! That was just a dream, dear. Don't be so surprised. According to some beliefs, dreams are the exact opposite of reality!" I tried to calm myself as the scenes kept flashing back.