Strange The Dreamer 소설 & 이야기

I'm asleep almost immediately, sinking down, down, down into the dreamless depths of a heavy sleep. I'm having the strangest dream. Something feels wrong, uncomfortable, but I can't seem to wake up. I'm not sure what it is - I can't quite place it. But - it's so hot. So hot. It's hotter than the Sahara desert, I'm sweating, trickling…

I woke up feeling pain in my head and body. I had a strange dream last night. I felt like I had a one-night stand with a stranger. The dream memory lingered in my mind, leaving me unsettled and confused as I tried to shake off the remnants of the dream. The dream's details felt vivid and unsettling, making distinguishing between reality and the dream difficult. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such a strange and unsettling dream in my subconscious. Do I remember what happened that night?

The possibility that my family’s death wasn’t an accident. My future depended on discipline,on choosing ambition over desire. I repeated that to myself as I hung my apron, stocked pastries, cleaned tables, over and over until my mind finally settled. But that night, when I lay down under my thin blanket, exhaustion pulling at my bones, something unexpected happened. I dreamed, Not of fire. Not of Liam’s cries. Not of the crash, But of him. The stranger.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway, slowly fading into the distance. I tossed the pillow off my face. "I can't believe I had that same dream again." For weeks, I had been dreaming about the one-night stand I’d had with a stranger named Liam. My mind couldn’t stop replaying the look of his face, his strong, sexy body, and the memory of his big cock inside my pussy. Liam wasn’t like the usual young guys I hooked up with. He was older, probably in his forties, with a strong, solid body that was unmistakably masculine.

Through the dizziness, through the noise and confusion, one last image seared itself into me, the stranger's face, eyes dark and furious as he tore through the last of them. And then everything went soft, dim. I felt the floor give way, heard someone shouting my name, Thomas, maybe, or Melanie, but I wasn't sure anymore. My mind drifted somewhere in between pain, fear and silence. Before the dark pulled me under completely, one thought anchored itself in me, bright and certain, He'll save me. The man whose eyes had disturbed my peace since that first day on campus. The stranger who looked at me as if he'd already decided he would.

“Leader of the Dream Walkers.” The name made me squint at him in disbelief. “Who is that?” “I just told you,” he replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. “He’s the leader of the Dream Walkers.” “If you don’t know what they are, let me explain—they’re like you, like us, but instead of protecting or nurturing, they exploit. They inflict harm on countless beings.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “Morpheus commands entities that thrive on humanity’s subconscious fears. They manipulate dreams to influence real-world events, creating chaos and fear.

Noah I had a long, strange dream. At first, the world in my dream was white and empty. I stood alone. I searched for an exit. But there was no direction, no path. Only a bright, blinding white all around me. “Hello?” I called out. No answer. I heard only my own voice echoing through the void. I felt an overwhelming sense of confusion and loneliness. “Where am I?” I whispered. “What happened?” My heart pounded as I wandered aimlessly through the blank void. My thoughts were spiraling into an abyss of fear and uncertainty.

“But, the lady in the supermarket says that two guys can’t get married” “Marriage is done by two people who love each other regardless of gender. You love me right?” “Yeah! I love you the most in the world Thean!” “I also love you Blaine” *ring….ring…..ring…* The loud noise of the alarm clock wake me up. Another dream. Ever since the incident at the club happen, Blaine would get a strange dream every night. And it is always about Almothean and him. “Ha… Marriage huh?” Blaine said feeling frustrated.

Why do you suddenly visit me in my dreams, Hunter? She was wondering whether her husband is giving her a warning or sign. Or maybe he’s reminding her that even she had a deal with Damon, it’s still him—her husband, Hunter—who owned her soul and body. The picture of Mr. Stranger suddenly popped inside her head. She remembered how nice and gentle he was to her.