She Just Looks Like A Dream Novels & Stories

She rolled on the huge bed with a wide gray blanket spread over her body. The light in the room rained on her beautiful face though it was not morning the brightness of the room said otherwise. She rolled her fragile body to the end of the bed with her eyes still closed. Her black long hair covered her face. She struggled for a while before she was able to open that eyes of hers and clear the sleep off her sight. She scanned the room, the white curtains, the white sofa, and the full-length glass window that displays a very beautiful view of the city were not in line with the familiar things in her mind records.

She whispered, rubbing at her tired eyes. "Do you want this to be a dream?" I curiously asked as she yawned, shrugging her shoulders as sleep began to take her once more. "I've become very good at dreaming. I must miss you so much that I'm getting you confused with my dreams and reality." She laughed, unknowing that her words shot a pained bullet right through my heart. Dreaming was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but why is it that she's dreaming of things that every human should have the right to? Dreaming of being free, I thought this was supposed to be a free country?

She knows it’s crazy but she wants to have the dream again if it means she will be able to see those four cute babies and hold them just like she did in the dream today. “What’s making you smile like that?” Derek asked as he appeared from behind her. She shrugged. “Just the dream I had. Derek, it felt so real and I don’t know why but I think I have a deep connection with those kids. Even now I can hear their cries like they need me”, she said. “Stop this, babe. It’s just a dream.” “Ugh”, she groaned and rolled her eyes. “I hate it when you do this”, she said and walked away from the training field.

she yells “You’re just as bad as him” I walk in the room as everyone falls silent, TJ looks at me with a few tears leaking from her eyes. I felt bad, but it just did not make sense if there were hundreds of Fae’s in the area we would have seen them. “TJ honey, you have been through a lot, it’s probably just a dream” I watched as she slammed her hand down on the table “Well you must be a dream too then” she snorts and crosses her arms against her chest.

*Jonathan's Dream* Jonathan looked around as he saw the most brilliant stars. He walked along the dark grassy area towards the beautifully crystal clear lake. He was mesmerized by the place. He sat down and dipped his feet in the water. “Hello” A very soft voice said that sounded like music. He looked up at the beautiful woman before him. “You look just like her…” He said as he saw the woman “…Like Elleanna…” He finished his sentence. The woman smiled and sat beside him before she replied

But anyways I'll see you tomorrow night. I didn’t want to go out, I normally don’t but I have to get rid of this feeling in my chest. I cannot keep feeling like this. I keep having these dreams of this gorgeous woman, dark brown hair. Big beautiful gray blue eyes. Carries herself like a complete boss who takes no one's shit. That’s the type of woman I want in my life. The type of woman I NEED!!!! If only she were really out there.

“I hoped you’d come back.” She laughed. “You have?” At least the man in her dreams was happy to see her. “I have. I thought we could go skating.” He looked her up and down slowly. “Do you like ice skating?” She bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh loudly. It was just a dream. Why not? “I do, actually.” “Perfect!” He held out one large hand. “We’ll get our jackets and gloves and do that then.”

It smelled divine. Looking down, she saw she was dressed in a blue floral wrap-around dress, the most prominent color being the same shade as her eyes. Her feet were bare, as they always seemed to be in these peculiar dreams, and her hair must’ve been up on top of her head because the wind brushed against her neck as she casually made her way through the surf, headed to nowhere.

The dream had transported her to a picturesque garden, bathed in golden sunlight, where she stood, resplendent in a flowing white gown, hand-in-hand with Rogan, her partner and confidant. As Emily tried to reconcile the dream with reality, a mix of emotions swirled within her. A sense of wonder filled her heart, as if the universe had woven a tapestry of fate within the realm of her subconscious. She had always envisioned a future filled with love and companionship, but the dream brought a newfound clarity to her desires.

She looked tall, lean and beautiful, like the Goddess walking out of a Norse Saga. She looked like a beautiful dream. "Big paw, I had a dream last night and I dreamed about my mom." I said, "I have never met her before and I don’t even recognize her face. But last night, when I dreamed about her, I saw a beautiful lady, as elegant as the Moon Goddess. I didn’t know why, but I knew immediately she was my mom. She smiled at me and held me in her arms. I felt I was melting in her arms. At that time, I told myself that if it was a dream, I still wouldn’t want to wake up. If I died in this dream, I would live in the rest of the infinity with the warmth and gentleness of my mom."