Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

His closeness made me a little more aware of my own heartbeat. We started working, but as usual, our conversation leaped from serious topics to light ones. When he talked about his dream of having a little wooden house in the mountains someday, I realized I wanted to know what mornings in that house would be like with him, making me rush to gulp down my coffee as if I could drown that daydream. “What about you?” he suddenly asked, breaking my reverie. “What’s your long-term dream, aside from the clinic?” I thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I used to think I would marry young, have kids, and live simply. But time and reality changed a lot. Now... I just want to live meaningfully. And maybe

All of a sudden, her eyes fluttered open, it was a dream. She jerked up in fear and sat upright on her bed. It was the middle of the night around 3AM. She drawled a pillow closer to her and hugged it dearly. This wasn't the first time she was having such dream. It's very cringy seeing yourself being fucked in the dream. This exact same dream had occured repeatedly over the past five years, yet she couldn't make a meaning of it. She didn't even know what to do about it. She had never gone to club to get fucked by any man, how come she was having such wierd dreams?

"Hurry up and get ready, or we're going to be late." "I know, I know," I said, responding to his excitement. "I can't help it. I'm just... lost in thought." "Are you thinking about that same dream again?" he asked, concerned. "You know it," I said, sighing as I stood by the front door for a moment. "Five long years, Jules. Five long years, and I'm no closer to what I originally planned for my life. Then these dreams started a few years ago, when I turned 21, and that only added more confusion to everything I'm already dealing with."

“Not yet, please…” And then everything about her faded — the sparks, the scent, and the breathing. She was gone. “No!” I roared, and my body jerked up, awakening me from another bad, torturous dream. My eyes rounded as sweat trickled down my forehead and every part of my body. I kept staring blankly at the vast, dark forest in front of me. Another nightmare. But it felt like it was real — like it had been for the last five years. I let my agony wash over me at the memory of her, but there were no more tears. I had run out of them.

He was my father’s best friend and I knew deep down it was never going to happen. I never thought my first time having sex would be in my dream. I felt my bed wet beneath me and I pulled my duvet out of the way. There was a large wet stain on my bed and I had no idea if it was sweat or if I had a fucking orgasm. Can’t believe I had a weird dream about my boss. Breathing out, I turned off my tuning alarm, looking at the time. 6:05. Maybe if it had waited for a few minutes… maybe..

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

My older sister was suffering from severe hemorrhaging during a traumatic childbirth, and her life was in danger. On her deathbed, she called for me. Looking at her pale face, I wept and swore that I would take good care of her child. However, she shook her head weakly. “I don’t need you to take care of him. Chloe, the baby belongs to your husband.” In an instant, my world fell silent. My husband, Ethan, stepped forward and took my sister’s hand. With bloodshot eyes, he dropped to his knees right in front of me. “We never wanted to hurt you, so we kept it a secret,” he sobbed. “Now that she’s dying, we only ask for your blessing.” Numb with shock, I stiffly picked up a pen and signed th

His eyes kept fluttering open and close, but ultimately he passed out once again. DAY 5 I woke up with the same nightmare I had for the past fifteen years. The burning house, the scream, the dead bodies and stench of the burnt flesh. Bathed in cold sweat coating every inch of my skin, I shrugged off the covers and got off from the couch.

I leave my children’s room, denying the possibility that it was with King Caelum that I had a night of pleasure. “It’s impossible that he’s the Greek god from the bar… it’s just impossible, I would have recognized him that night,” I mumble quietly to myself as I drag myself, tired, to my room. My bed embraces me with its softness, and I feel my body completely relax. I’m pulled into my memories, into a troubled dream between a night of passion and desire five years ago, along with a night of terror and death that I witnessed today. My sleep is restless, and I barely manage to rest for the next day.

I fell asleep still in Maddox’s arms, with Jaxon’s hand on my back and Ronan sitting nearby keeping watch. And for the first time in fifteen years, I dreamed of my mother. Not the broken, dead version I’d never been allowed to see. But the living, laughing woman from my childhood memories. She smiled at me in the dream, touched my face gently, and whispered words I’d been waiting my whole life to hear. *I’m proud of you, sweetheart. So very proud.*