Novel & Cerita The Man In My Dreams

The faster my heartrate was beating the louder the beeping got, I squint lifting my head Just then the man of dreams runs through the door, realising I was dreaming a take a breath, relaxing as my breathing starts to level out “are you ok!!!” He grabs my face, sparks light up all over my body, layla pushes forward as his touch wakes us up. “That doesn’t normally happen” I whisper to him, he frowns “What doesn’t?” His voice was louder than usual “In my dreams you didn’t feel sparky” Layla pushes forward, purring as she moves our head into his hands. He looks at me puzzled “You dreamed of me?” “Am I not dreaming now?” I ask, he chuckles shaking his head

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

"No, it wasn't. Nothing you could have done should have led to this. He is a monster, and I refuse to let him get away with doing something so disgusting to you." I looked into his face, and his black hair and golden eyes reminded me of the man I saw in my dreams. Was this real? I knew I had dreamed of this man, but having him here in this moment sent every tingle and fire through my body, just like in the dream world. There's no way this was real. "This is a dream, right? I've seen you in my dreams before, so this is a dream."

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

“Don’t you remember me? I’m the little boy who used to give you sweet candies whenever we played. My heart would flutter every time you kissed my cheek.” The realization hit her like a wave. The boy from her dreams—he had grown into a man. “What’s your name?” Cara asked, trying desperately to cling to some shred of reality as she slowly came to terms with the dream. “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you my name. Just remember my face. We’ll meet again like this.” Cara’s confusion deepened. “Why? Because you’re not real?” He smiled at her innocently, his gaze soft but intense. He was so attractive, so perfect. She could picture him as her potential boyfriend, if only this weren’t just a dream.

He seemed to be fading. “I’ll see you again, Jennah.” The buzzing grew louder. Jennah opened her eyes. Her alarm clock was going off. She reached over and slapped a hand on the snooze button and then focused to make sure she was in her room. She blew out a breath and tried to shake the fog from her mind. That explained a few things. The dream was so real, but not at the same time. Too bad, really. That man, Dominic, her mind had invented was quite nice to look at. No more chocolate caramel popcorn for you before bed, she thought as she slowly sat up.

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).

°° AZALEA °° I care about him. Goddess, I really do! But I just can't seem to love him the way he wants. The way I'm supposed to. The way I actually want to. I keep having intimate dreams about a faceless man—dreams so vivid they leave my body aching long after I wake. I keep having these intimate dreams about a faceless man man. And what is even more unnerving is how vivid they alway feel and leave my body aching long after I wake up.

His cheeky, eerie grin wasn’t on his face anymore. “What is it? What is going on?” She asked. “I wish I can tell you the meaning of your dreams,” the man started. “But that is something you will have to do in your own. Only you should face that. But there are forces that are going to force you to yield to them.” “Why do you sound like it is more serious than it seems?” “Because it is girl.” The man said, his expression not changing. “Your life is in danger. You are the only one who can help yourself and that is if you are able to decipher the dreams you have been having.”

I looked around for Nora after a while but couldn’t find her anywhere so I decided to send her a text, “Where are you?” She almost immediately replied, “I sneaked out with someone. Don’t wait up for me. Have fun, and I love you.” I rolled my eyes and headed back to the bar, but then something, or should I say someone, caught my attention. It was the man from my dreams, walking out with another woman. This can’t be? It was just a dream. The man can’t be real, can he? I needed to take a closer look at him. I decided to follow them out of the club and watched as they got into an expensive car. Why does that man look so familiar? I know I saw him in my dreams, but something else seems familiar.