Same Dream Same Mind Same Night Novels & Stories

But this night was beyond reason and she could barely think well in that moment. Angela woke up immediately, realizing it was all a dream. Her very first sex dream, with Dmitiri. Her face all pinked up, she was getting goosebumps with her guy. First feelings now a sex dream. Was he really the man of her dreams? Was she really fully in love with him?. Thoughts continued to linger in her head when she heard her phone beep.

She chuckled, "She was locked in the old Patton estate. Went nuts and rampaged through the streets, hurting people. Ended up in a psychiatric hospital." I blinked, then shook my head. "She brought it on herself. Got what she deserved." Raising my beer, I grinned, "To our better lives." She clinked her bottle against mine. "To our brighter future." It was Friday, and we drank happily late into the night. The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, warm and golden. My new life was just beginning. The End

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

It's the same dream that has been haunting him over and over again, ever since Mindy left him a note to say she was leaving him and that he shouldn't follow her or try to get her back. The dream starts off with Robin and Mindy working hard on getting the homestead built. He and Mindy are laughing and playing around. The weather is sunny and Robin can feel the warmth from the sun as it shines through the holes in the tree canopy above. Feeling good, feeling happy, Robin watches as Mindy works, hanging out the laundry to dry. Her long curly dark locks cascading down her back and skimming her buttocks. Admiring how the sun shimmers on her curly waves and thinking how lucky he is to be alive....

I paused, “the dream repeats because you have not corrected the problem.” She faked a laugh. “P-problem? I don’t think so. It’s just a dream. It has nothing to do in real life, right?” “You think so?” I asked nonchalantly as I turned the pages. “What if it has something to do in real life?” “H-huh?” “Dreaming the same dream three times means that your subconscious mind would like you to pay attention on your dream. There is some specific information held deep within you that would be useful for your conscious mind to be able to access.”

Just like magic, their minds seem to get connected to each other and arrived at the same hypothesis at the same time. "Wait, did we just had the same dream?" "I think we had the same dream."

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

No more same. I still have nightmares and dreams about whatever happened. Though the scene of each vision was the same, yet some curious mental process. I have no recollection of those threat. All I get is confidence. In each dream I get to do something else with my life, that too without John. Each and every dream of mine tells me “MARRIAGE IS NOT THE END GOAL.” One thing, and one only, was carried on from dream to dream, and that was proper remembrances of the general lessons previously learnt. These ultimately produces success.

I really hate Dream-Me. Suddenly, Nick/David and Dream-Me are both naked—even though moments before we had definitely been clothed. Despite myself, Subconscious-Me can’t help but note how much detail the dream has—Nick/David looks exactly as I remember him, down to the last gorgeous freckle. I’ve never had a dream be so . . . detailed. They’ve always been much more ‘impressionistic’ for me in the past.

“What’s the difference anymore?” --- That night, she returned to the shared meadow alone. The voice was waiting. > Now you see, it said. Dreams aren’t one mind—they’re many mirrors. When you gave us freedom, you forgot something important. “What?” Even freedom needs connection. The meadow rippled. The dream began to reshape—threads of light weaving between every soul like veins. She realized what it was doing. > “You’re linking everyone permanently.” No loneliness. No separation. Perfect empathy.