Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

She curved her back and as he came she cried out. Phillip woke, feeling the sheets sticking to his sweaty skin. He got up and poured himself a drink. What the hell was that, he thought. It wasn’t unusual for him to dream of Elynn. She’d been gone almost five years but he still remembered her vividly. Still dreamt of her regularly, though the sex dreams were becoming less and less. But the Fate Girl? He shook his head. Of all the people he had to dream about it had to be her. He gritted his teeth. He needed a break from all the damn Fate business. Putting his clothes on he knew exactly how to distract himself and get that damn girl out of his head.

She was incredibly relieved that Duke was drunk at the moment because otherwise, he would have seen her in that state. She felt slightly better after washing her face with cold water. Adina had long been haunted by the same recurring nightmare, and each one would include a man. It was the same man who destroyed and tore her to pieces five years ago. Over the past few years, she was in agony every time she dreamed of the night from five years ago. But on that particular night, the person in her dreams was very gentle, and he kissed her lips patiently. In the dream, they were enjoying themselves and were tangled up in each other…

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

BEEP! My eyes flew open as my alarm blared beside my bed. My chest heaved as if I had just run a mile. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. The dream. No… not a dream. A memory. Five years later, and it still haunted me like it had happened yesterday. “You know that saying… time heals all wounds?” I muttered quietly to myself as I sat up in bed. “Well, that wasn’t my case.” My wounds were still wide open.

I could never love a woman, otherwise no charm would ever work. I started laughing. I laughed so hard, it turned into sobs. They racked my entire being and when I was done, I lay back on my bed, exhausted. After awhile, I fell into a dreamless sleep. The shrill noise of my phone woke me up from a deep, dreamless slumber. I was confused for a bit and looked around, disoriented. Finally, my brain caught on and I picked up my phone. "Son, I'm on the run. Eyare is back in town. It's time to take over the throne, it's time, son.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Every night for the past week, the same thing. Not that he was complaining; hell no was he complaining! For his entire adult life, Ross’s dreams had been pretty normal. He had a few nightmares and wet dreams, but not many. Only rarely was a dream worth remembering when he woke up, but this one eluded his memory in spite of how hard he attempted to recall it the next morning. He awoke feeling only that something indescribable had happened. Each night brought the dream closer to conclusion. He did not know it, but tonight would bring the culmination of the previous five evenings.

Spencer Oliz jerked up from his lying position on his medium size bee, panting heavily with sweat beads already forming on his forehead. It seems he is yet to get use to the same bad Dream he has been having for the past five years ever since he resigned from the Central Intelligence Agency(CIA). "It looks more real more often" He muttered, just to his own hearing, obviously referring to his dream. The rays of the early morning Sunlight travelled through the opened small white wooden window of the room, illuminating the space around him.

Maybe I should just tell him the truth about the children and trust him. I couldn't sleep tonight. I don't know why, but I keep having this strange dream that I don't even know how it was connected to me. After waking up for the fifth time from a terrible nightmare, I decided to take a stroll around the mansion after rolling on my bed for the hundredth time and staring at the ceiling like forever.

ALENA I woke up feeling a lot of beautiful emotions all at once. Apart from the events of the previous night that left me imagining a lot of wild things, I had a very beautiful dream. It was one of my favorite dreams ever. I dreamt of my dad. We were together, and we were happy. I could feel his presence in my dream, watching over me and guiding me. I rarely saw him in my dreams, but this was one of those rare dreams. Replaying everything in my mind made me smile. I missed him a lot, but I knew he was in a better place. It had officially been five years since he passed away. It felt like he had been with us a few days ago. It was funny how time flew by.