Same Dream Same Mind Same Night Novels & Stories

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

I turned to my side to see Vivian laying sound asleep. I groaned out of laziness, as I stretched a little bit further. I took out the duvet and got to my feet. I took a sip from the glass I had poured some water from the dispenser. And my mind went back to the dream I had. I wondered why I always had the same dream, over and over again. I just couldn't understand what was happening with me. Why do I always see the same dream over and over again. "D.. Darren." I heard my name, as I turned back to see Vivian moving her hands on the bed. I slowly pushed the pillow to her as she clutched on it, thinking that I was the one.

Charles knew a lot of things and he had to tell me. I feel guilty for failing Jay. I feel bad. Super bad. But he also made out with Lina so I guess we're even. Jay stirs. -Sam," he whispers. He's dreaming. What's he dreaming? Or is it a nightmare? -Come with me," he said again.

I reached out in the darkness, my hand trembling as I tried to steady my breathing. I sat up, blinking into the night. The room was still, silent. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal, but the feeling of the dream—the cold, the power—lingered, like it had never really left. I slipped back into the covers, trying to shake the lingering feeling of the dream. But as I closed my eyes again, I knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever be the same. Not anymore. _________________________________________________________________________

"Nightmares again?" Zachary nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mental state had been poor all day. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same scene playing over and over. If this continued, he felt he might lose his mind. "The same dream?" Sarah asked. Zachary's face was pale. "Always the same." From a psychological perspective, dreams reflect a person's recent mental state, and possibly even their future mental state. The reason someone repeatedly has the same dream is because that particular scene is deeply etched in their memory.

I should get laid tonight to get my mind off things. The sounds of my room door bolting off, jolts me out of my thoughts. Who the fuck enters a room without knocking “Oh thank God! Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” A female stands by the door, clasping her hands together like she was praying? I run my eyes up and down her figure, and although the room was dark, her silhouette did justice to the right figure. I still need to get laid tonight. I guess she would have to do. “I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me”

"I've dreamed of a life with Sebastian for so long, but now that it's here, it's not as I envisioned. The thought that he may never see me the way I see him gnaws at me. It's as if my heart is teetering on the precipice of hope and despair, and I'm not sure which way it will fall. I know April is irresistible, the embodiment of charm and grace. And me? I've always been the one in the background, the reliable friend who never demanded the spotlight. It's hard not to feel like I'm second best, the consolation prize in Sebastian's eyes. Yet, he gave me this ring—a symbol of my dreams realized. It's a testament to his thoughtfulness, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for

I stop waiting him ta say something. "You can't figure what?" He asks. "The dreams are approximately the same but it's strange." "What do you mean by strange?" "When I have that dream, I wake up in the same our 03:10 am." "And I can guess that, it is different from your past, right?" He says. "No relationship........Except...." "All ears" He encourages me to continue.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

The night had passed — a night that was completely different for two souls living under the same roof. For one it was a peaceful night and for the other, the same night had turned into a very bad dream. But there was one thing in common for both of them that neither of them thought that this night would become very memorable for them.