She Just Looks Like A Dream Novels & Stories

casting a knowing glance in her direction. “Xander, I need to tell you about the dream I had last night,” she begins, her voice a blend of excitement and uncertainty. I turn to her, curious yet attentive. “What was it about?” I inquire, searching her eyes for clues about the dream's significance. She takes a deep breath, relaying the details with earnestness. “I saw you playing with a young girl in a meadow,” she explains carefully. “At first, I thought she was our daughter, but then I realized she looked so much like you. And when you introduced her as your junior sister, everything clicked into place.”

Luke’s POV I had those dreams where I watched Emily sleep naked at night, her blonde hair was a contrast to the dark of the room and her chest rose and fell quickly as she slept and her hands were wrapped around her stomach. She looked like a goddess, and even in slumber, I could see the soft curves of her body that had haunted my dreams for years. She was perfect. So beautiful in fact that it almost hurt. It was like looking at a painting or one of those famous sculptures, and seeing how real they were.

That night, when Khloe slept, she had a different dream, it felt so real like she was there, in the dream she saw Lucian and a lady that look so much like her only the hair differentiate them, she had long purple and she acts like a noblewoman from centuries of years back and in that dream, that lady was in love with Lucian, she saw how she run around Lucian, smile and blush at his every word, but when Khloe become so curious in the dream, she was push back into reality.

It was as if she had walked straight out of my dream - her hair, the dress, her little clutch, the way the wind picked up the loose strands of hair, her eyes looked like pools of honey as the camera flashed, even her skin was shimmering like a dream. A part of me was nervous that the second she touched me she would turn into dust like in my dream, and that I would wake up alone in my bed again, but she didn’t, and her palm felt warm and real as she placed it on my arm.

I requested "Nothing, can you just," she said irritated motioning for me to leave and I pulled off my jacket and tie throwing them on the coffee table, sitting on the carpet facing her. "You look like a child begging for attention," Dream commented walking into the room. "And you look homeless," I replied referring to her sweats, oversized shirt and bird nest of a hair. "I just woke up asshole," she said laughing. "What's wrong with her?" I asked referring to Nia and Dream smiled.

The dream came like a tide I couldn’t contain. Black hair. Long, loose, falling over pale shoulders like a veil of shadows. Dark eyes that sucked in the light around them and transformed it into their own brilliance. And jasmine. The scent was there, impregnated in the air of the dream, so real that I could almost touch it. She stood before me, arms crossed over her chest, hands gripping her own shoulders as if she were cold. She didn’t look directly at me—her eyes wandered around the scenery around us, a blur of colors and shapes I couldn’t distinguish.

I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes. “Who is it?” “She’s always in my dreams…look…she looks just like you.”

I utter. He looks at me with eyes like go on. "But first describe the goodness. How does she look like?" "She's like a bright light. Her skin is flawless and white as snow. Her hair is blonde and long. Her face is mostly covered with the light but she speaks through it though" I gasp. The description matches the person who appeared to me in my dream. "I saw her. She came to me" "She showed you the stream?" He asked surprised. "No. No she didn't. She just said I shouldn't be scared or doubt this occurrence. She said I should be supportive and everything is working according to destiny "

"Because, she touched me, without hesitations, she laid her soft hands into my cheek and I felt that it's real. Her warmth, her hands, it is all real. It's vague, it's an unexplainable feeling. To tell you honestly, I always want to sleep, I always want to see her, I felt like, it is only in my dreams that we can meet, and even in my dream, my feelings towards her develops. Haha! Funny right?" "How long have you been seeing her in your dreams?" Enya asks displaying her poker face. "For some months now, long before our battle with Victoria. That girl in my dreams always wears white which I suppose is her wedding gown. She always giggles and smiles though her eyes are blurry, her pearly white