Same Dream Same Mind Same Night Novels & Stories

Some silent communication I couldn't read. "Lara," Rowan said carefully. "We've been having dreams too. Ever since the Claiming Ball." I stared at him. "What kind of dreams?" "The same kind you just saw." His amber eyes held mine, intense and honest. "Dreams of the three of us together. Dreams so vivid they feel like memories." "That's impossible," I whispered, but my hands were shaking. "How can we all have the same dreams?" Cian moved closer, kneeling in front of my chair again. "Tell us what you saw. Exactly. Every detail."

He suddenly asked. “My nightmare….” I paused because I genuinely couldn't accept this question at this time. “It's just that… it's always the same......drowning in the water.....” I said softly. “So you have this nightmare every night?” He asked, looking at me. “Not every night…but most of the time…” I nodded my head. “But it's different each time.” I sighed. “How?” “Sometimes it's the exact same scene, sometimes I dream about being dead. Sometimes it's something else, and I don't know what exactly happens.”

At night early we will sleep again To rise to benefit To benefit from each rise Each new day Is believed By me By you I repeat And to repeat in this case Is no sin Rejoice your dream It’s real in life Again you are with me Again I am with you You acknowledge me In your talk Your subconscious is pleased Now see what I redeem For you Just for you Life will be better Than your ability to dream About it Come rejoice with me Come rejoin with me Each morning is new It’s real More powerful than anyone’s dream Come face me within I am here Not i skies so high But within you I repeat And to repeat Is to be true Come within me Step within of me This is life This is more real Than reality You smile yo

I feel myself being thrown and i start falling as painful howls echo in my ears and black dots cloud my vision. I wake with a scream bolting into a sitting position as sweat pours down my forehead. I've been having the same dream every night for the past week since I've been back home and i don't know why. Every night its the same, the same empty warehouse building, the same figure the same two people who throws me in the well, and sadly the same ending. I never see the men who throw me in the well or the figure that gave the order all i know is they want me to be the ruthless killer i was while i was with the council.

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

NICO I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Everywhere is fuzzy and I'm disoriented. It's the same nightmare, same eyes, same voice, same place and the same person. The same dream I've had a million times since I was fifteen. You'd think I would have gotten used to it by now, but I'm not. Every night, it's the same dream, each one worse than the last. But I'm not there, and I've moved on. Right?

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

My head slammed against the tombstone, and everything went black. Right before I lost consciousness, I was crazy enough to think I saw horror in his eyes.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could