Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

"Jeremy, what are you even saying? What son? Didn't you just say I'm only his aunt?" Jeremy's face flushed in an instant. Every word he meant to say lodged in his throat. In the end, he could only glare at me before storming out. In the suddenly silent room, I noticed a piece of pine nut candy by my pillow. Jeremy must have left it there while I was unconscious. So, he still remembered. Whenever my heart felt heavy, I craved something sweet. Perhaps I'd suffered too much bitterness in the past, which was why I craved just a little sweetness, never growing tired of it.

Five years of marriage. Then I saw his post. “Happy fifth anniversary to my beautiful wife. Five years with you still feels like the beginning.”I smiled without even realizing it. Today is going to be a good day,I told myself. Damian and I had been married for five years. Five years of loving him, adjusting to him, building a life around him. He had been away on a business trip for months now, and I had been counting down the days to this one. He promised he would be available just this day and I believed him.

It looked like the one on the beach. The man leaned closer to the camera. His voice was a whisper. "The dream did not start on the ship, Maya. It started when the first ship landed. We have been trapped in another level of the dream for fifty years." "If the world we are landing on is another layer of the dream then who is the person, in the real world who is finally about to wake us up?"

AMELIA Lorenzo kisses me slowly, lifts my dress, and slides his fingers inside my pussy until I’m moaning and trembling. Then I look up and see drops of blood falling from the ceiling. I wake with a gasp, my body covered in sweat. Another night dreaming of him. I still don’t know when I’ll finally forget him. Five years have passed. So much has happened that I barely remember it all. Lorenzo searched for me for a long time.

Present day. I wake up to a strange heat. My entire body is jerking as I awaken into reality. It was a nightmare. I've had it many times now but it couldn't be any fresher. It was my birthday. I'll never forget that day. I was only five. A five-fucking-year old girl watched half her foster family massacred in the most unholy way a barbaric being could think of. They were mashed like potatoes, as though they were nothing but toys.

I gave up everything—my pack, my home, my so-called boyfriend—and hurled myself into the heart of fire. I trained. I bled. I burned. I became something monsters feared. And I swore on every ounce of dragon fire in my veins: No one would ever break me again. Not even him. * * * * * Presently, I was jolted awake from the nightmare that happened five years ago. “Sir? Your stop.” The bus jolted to a halt and I blinked awake, the past still hot on my skin. “Yeah... thanks,” I muttered. Twelve hours until I saw them all again.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

They agreed and left without a second glance, with laughter and music drifting from the courtyard as I lay gasping in the dirt like a dying dog. I curled my hand into a fist with the last of my strength. For the first time in years, a strange calm settled over me. I knew I would find a way out, I would leave this place, and every single thing they had done to me over the past five years would be paid back. Not once, not twice, but a thousand times over!

With Independence Day just around the corner, Olivia Lawson accompanied her grandfather to visit an old friend from his military days who had returned to Calverton for medical treatment. What no one knew was that Olivia was the cardiac surgeon the hospital had quietly brought in specifically to perform his surgery. But when the door opened, she found herself face-to-face with Damon Holloway, the ex she hadn't seen or spoken to in four years. They both froze. Damon recovered first. "So you're Mr. Lawson's granddaughter?" Before Olivia could answer, his phone rang. Fiona Carlisle's cheerful voice came through the phone. "Damon, let's go out of town and set off some fireworks after dinner. We c

May.2050 The nightmare woke her again, she groaned as she stirred lazily to check the digital alarm clock beside her colt. It was 4am, she groaned again. Drilling starts by 5 and she knew there was no chance to steal a little bit more sleep, she lay back down to ponder over her constant dreams, dreams which she had begun to get used to that she didn’t wake up screaming in terror anymore, it had always been the same nightmare every night, the blood curdling screams of a tortured man, flashes of lights and the grim goggled faces of people in long white coats.