Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

Kieran wakes up on his bed with a start. His chest is heaving, his heart is pounding so hard that for a second he can’t breathe. Sweat clings to his skin like a second skin and soaks the bedsheets beneath him. His hand grips the edge of the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white. It's a nightmare. He tells himself, repeating the same thing over and over again just like he's been doing for the past five years. The same dream. The same nightmare and all he can remember when he wakes is a blurry face and drenched in sweats.

Great, gasping sobs that tore from my chest and left me shaking. I was so tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of hiding what I really wanted. Tired of hating myself for wanting the wrong things. Tired of being alone even when I was sleeping next to my mate every night. The dreams had been getting worse. More vivid. More explicit. Last night, I'd dreamed about that night five years ago, but in the dream, I wasn't scared. I was eager. I was the one initiating. I was the one begging for it.

Just empty air. And that feeling—God, that awful feeling—of falling. The rush of wind. The helplessness. The sharp pain that shot through my body as everything went dark. I woke up with a sharp gasp, my whole body jerking like I’d really landed on the floor. I sat straight up in bed, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as if I’d sprinted miles. Sweat clung to my forehead, my hair sticking to my skin. Five years. Five whole years… and the nightmare still chased me like it was fresh. Like that night had been carved into my bones. The night where everything inside me broke apart. The night I lost everything I thought I had. Truly lost everything.

And what if he looked at me. But it has been more than five years. Five. And he kept coming back to me in his dreams. Just like today. I woke up sweaty with a fading orgasm and a blanket crumpled between my thighs. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe smoothly. I blinked into the darkness and reached for the phone on the bedside table. It was a little past three-thirty. Well, that's fucking great. What was even better about the hair? Text by David: Are you at work tomorrow? I could stop by for lunch.

The day we moved into the run-down apartment, I started seeing comments floating in the air. They said my husband, Ethan Grant, was the male lead in a tragic romance novel. And I was his first wife, the one who died young. The woman he'd once loved deeply and could never get over. The comments told me what would happen after I died: Ethan would spend years unable to move on. His grief would last until a woman named Chloe appeared. She was gentle and cheerful, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the darkness in his life. Chloe would be the one to finally help Ethan move on from my death and find happiness again. I stared blankly at the words floating before my eyes. Maybe I should let him

"Ding! Mission Five completed. Time passed: five years. Status: Not found." I opened my eyes. Sunlight filled the large white bed. Outside the glass wall, the whole city sparkled, while the sound of morning traffic came from far below. "Mama! Mama, wake up!" Five little bodies climbed onto my bed at once. "Aurelia, not on my head!" "Sorry, Mama. You were too high." "I was lying down." "You were still too high."

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

Sleep Is out of her reach. Who would sleep after a horrible nightmare? considering her nightmare she was not comfortable. She sit back on the bed and left to the washroom after a while. She was unsettled, remembering the pain she saw in his eyes when they were heading back to the private island, something was not going on well with him, and her heart was feeling his pain. He decided to take her with him since trouble seems to follow her all the time. He wanted to keep an eye on her himself. She took her phone and checked the time"11:55" she muttered with an uneasiness all over her face. she couldn't tell what those feelings were about.

"Honey please just sign the papers, I don't want to die and leave my son behind sign the papers." "You heard her, sign the papers before i pull the trigger now." He yelled making them shuddered. "Anderson wake up, Anderson can you hear me, wake up, wake up Anderson, Mrs Kate called out to her husband. Mr Anderson eyes flew open with sweat all over his body. "What happened?" she asked. "T-the nightmare are, are.... He trailed off. "What? how is that even possible, It's been five years since you stop having the nightmare, why all of a sudden?"

Eight years later Erica's POV Wake up Erica wake up I sprang up from my bed panting heavily. It was a dream, thank God, It was a dream. Damn! These dreams seem to be reoccurring these days, it's been eight years and yet it feels like yesterday. Some people dream about their worst nightmares, I have lived mine in reality. And no matter how hard I try to get it off my mind, it's buried deep within me, it haunts me now and then.