Reality Vs Dream Novels & Stories

He asked I gulped my saliva hard. "If you're scared about doing that…we can do it in your dream." He continued. "Remember, anything you do in the dream doesn't equal to reality. You are asleep and it is all just a dream. It doesn't mean you have gotten tainted in reality."

Will changing how he dreams help him come back to who he is supposed to be? "When in a dream state," Thalan continues as he watches over the sleeping pair, "the dream becomes real for the dreamers. They are unable to see a difference between the life they are leading as they dream, and the one they left. If anything to them this reality is more of a dream than the one they are experiencing right now. Time moves differently as well. You can spend forever in a single memory, or live a lifetime within a moment. Each dream is as different as the dreamer. When they wake, they could have lived and loved a thousand years in a month."

It was clear now that Lukas believed he was trapped in a dream state, lost in some vivid reverie. That meant he must have recurring dreams just like this one—scenarios that felt achingly real, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. And from the way he was acting... He's mistaken me for another woman entirely, Gloria realized with a quiet pang. If he were truly wide awake right now, he'd probably start yelling at me all over again, unleashing that familiar fury. But here, in the haze of his dream, Lukas was exceptionally tender and affectionate—gentleness she could never imagine existing between them in real life. It was a stark, surreal contrast.

She could not help but cry. The difference between dreams and reality was so stark. In reality, things never seemed to be as satisfying, did they?

My face remained blank with my eyes still locked on yours. "How did nightmares became different with dreams when they both happens in my dream?" You let out a small laugh while I remained silent, seriously waiting for an answer. "Alright. Nightmares are dreams, but bad dreams. And bad dreams never come true. Only the good ones, hm?" "Bad dreams are still dreams. There's a possibility that they may come true as well." "Oh, baby, come on." You let out another chuckle as you pulled me into an another hug. You started to rub my back again, but this time it was a little faster than earlier.

It was mind-blowing. My dreams about Zander and my dreams about Dante had felt real. I compared both experiences, and with the knowledge that what I'd seen Zander do had really happened, a light went on in my head. I realized that my dreams about Dante must have been visions of earlier events, too. I had actually seen Dante's past. Then I began to wonder if my other dreams worked the same way. They couldn't all be visions of the past, I told myself. I had to have some normal dreams. But, which were real and which were not? That would take longer to figure out.

I think she even wanted to let us out in no time. "It's just funny, you know. It's really impossible for your dream to happen in reality." She looked at me seriously. “Think about it, you are here in the real world so how can you and the woman in your dream be one? If that happens, how can you go to the other world?” "I know that. It's really impossible,” I agreed.

I paused a little to look at him who is also staring at me with his blank eyes . "But this all feel too real to be just my imagination. I know I sound absurd but I feel what I saw is real. The person I see in my dreams are all real. Everything I feel is true but I didn't have any evidence. I might be psycho in others opinion if I tell them." I look at the stars again sighing thinking about what Lilly and others thought.

“Am I dreaming, Loy? Are you here to let me remember what I forgot?” He was silent after I asked him that question. I thought he wouldn’t answer it, but to my surprise, he opened his mouth and told me, “What do you think? Life is just a series of dreams, Merchaiass. It’s up to you if you’ll label them as dreams or reality.” “What do you mean?” “I just meant one thing, boy. I’ll continue to chase you even in hell.”

I asked him in a hoarse voice. He got up from the bed and got some water for me to drink. He nodded his head as he handed me the glass of water. I took a sip before I started the story that didn’t quite make sense to me. “I’ve been having dreams. Well, not dreams exactly, more like visions or flashes of things that might or might not be real. I’m skeptical because I have no recollection of the events I see but anytime I wake up, it becomes harder to differentiate between the dream and reality.