The Man In My Dream Novels & Stories

I nodded, with a warm smile on my face. I watched him get up from bed, out on a shirt, and walked out of the room. I stared out of the window and noticed that it was the break of dawn. Now that I was alone, I couldn't help but think about the dream I had earlier. I wish I could actually tell what this dream was all about. Who was the man in my dreams, and what do we have in common? I hardly ever see things like this. Though it wasn't my normal vision, it was still very much important for me to know who that stranger hiding in the dark was. What if it's a new enemy?

I am supposed to be called the dreamer princess or princess of dreams, but this time it was all about him , however I tried to escape or wake up from it , it all goes back to the starting point , him, i wake up in a dream to dream about him , what an irony. I even pinched my self but it was all in pure flutifle ..... vain , I cant feel it , where are the brown crawlers of my dreams or those voices calling me , come back again please instead the man I am seeing right now god no , he is taking off his clothes piece by piece and believe me when i am saying he dosent wear much .........stop ........oh my god he didnot stop , don't come closer stay away oh no ... he is coming , someone save me

“Someone is playing games with you.” “How can I stop it? Last night Ryden woke up me because he said I was moaning. I was completely embarrassed even if he didn’t know what my dream was all about. It was okay with me if I was dreaming about us, but I’d never seen the face of the man, and I was sure it wasn’t Ryden. I feel like I was cheating on him every time this man visited me in my dream.” “It’s almost like a memory coming back to you.”

the man said, breathing out fire. I tried to take a peak at the powerful force called Draco. There was nothing but the echo of his voice. “ Leave!" The powerful force angrily said, a cold force enveloping my body as I shut my eyes tightly. My eyes fluttered slowly to the dimly lit room. Where was I? The dream…who was that man in the dream and why did he look familiar? “ My baby…” I muttered, clasping my stomach as I tried to stand up. My heart raced uncontrollably when memories of what happened flashed before me.

Still staring at my face in the mirror, I wondered what happened to me last night because I remember my afternoon very clearly but last night seems to have never existed at all. Slightly feeling my sore cheeks, I thought about the dream I had last night or what I think is a dream because right now, I'm not even sure if I actually dreamt it or was it just my mind tricking me. I dreamt that I was attacked at the club's toilet's hallway by a man I can't even remember and Mr. Velvet came to my rescue. The funny thing is that Mr. Velvet actually killed someone in my dream, can you actually believe that? For the fact that I'm even dreaming of him at all is crazy. Yes he's a handsome man... Very ha

I was still making sense of the room when a naked man walked in. When I saw his unfeeling blue eyes, I recognised the man to be the very figure that flashed before my eyes on Friday night. And with purposeful wickedness, his tallness approached. And his hands… cold and extremely demeaning… Oh God… The more I replayed the dream, the worse my breathing became. The way he forced my thighs apart, how he cupped my vulva while whispering dangerous statements, added to the tremor in my body. “It was just a dream.” My voice super quiet, I lied to myself.

These were the things some so-called third party kept repeating to me in the dream, over and over. I nodded and agreed to him. I wouldn't marry. I'd go with him, throw away everything and follow him without a backward glance. When the dream ended, I was standing in a wedding dress in front of another man who loved me deeply. The minister was asking me, "Do you take this man to be your husband?" Before I could answer, someone suddenly burst into the wedding. The room erupted. Jack, looking utterly disheveled, rushed up to me, his eyes red, and shouted.

Oh God this isn't part of the dream I'm awake. Oh no I better be dreaming, so I got up and opened the door slightly and there stood a man in a mask staring at me. “Open the door” he said in a murderous voice I had already opened the door, all my strength left me as I tattered back into the room forgetting to close the door. I closed my eyes with all my strength, “I need to go back sleeping. ” I murmured Then I heard footsteps getting closer to me I shifted myself to the far end of the bed and prayed hardly to go back to my dreams. Dreams are not real I need to go back dreaming.

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).

It’s so real, that if it weren’t for the fog in my head and the slight blurring line around his figure, I would have assumed I’ve woken up tied down to a chair in a dark room. I know this man. Not from real life, but his recurring appearance in my dreams. He’s the first man with the silver eyes. He has reddish brown hair and honey skin. The tattoos that streak up his arm are unfamiliar, not creating any pattern in familiar with. If he were actually a real person, I would notice him immediately. Looking down, I’m tied down to a chair. The man, wordlessly watches me as I remain helpless, before he turns away from me, and walks into the shadowy darkness.