Waking Up From A 5 Year Dream Novels & Stories

KYRO HALE'S POV "Fuck!" My eyes snap open. I immediately rise from bed, covered in cold sweat. My heart is beating madly, its like trying to escape from my bare skin. This is not the first time that I had this bad dream. I cannot count how many bad dreams I had for the past 5 years. This dreams are haunting me, reminding of how much of a failure I am.

Massaging the back of his neck, he stuttered, “I thought… Emy…. Never mind….” “You have been waiting for very long, haven’t you?” “You have no idea girl, you have no idea….” He licked his chapped lips and his eyes glazed over, “I have been having these recurring dreams for five years and I always wake up thinking that the woman from my dreams would just appear one day…. I know this sounds crazy but that is how I feel….” His voice grew choked towards the end. I took his hand in mine and stated, “I think it is time to put an end to your suffering, you just need to come with me…..”

Lucern’s eyes snap to where Levi is seated beside him, his eyes widening slightly, before they turn back to me in question. I squirm in my seat uncomfortably while all sets of eyes stay trained on me, waiting for a response. My brows scrunch together into a frown as I think over Levi’s question. The dream had felt so real that I felt sure it was really happening, but how would that be possible with us being so far away? And why would it not have happened before today? It has been five years since I last saw Rin, and I did not experience any sexual dreams about him during that time.

At my son's kindergarten awards ceremony, the teacher invited the parents onstage to share their parenting experiences. I was about to stand when Julian stopped me and motioned for my best friend, Wendy Morgan, to go up instead. "Nathan is actually Wendy's and my son," Julian Cole said so calmly that he might as well have been discussing something that had nothing to do with me. "Wendy has known for five years that Nathan is her son, but she hasn't been able to acknowledge him as her own. I don't want her to keep suffering in silence," he added. I was almost certain I'd misheard him, but the question slipped out before I could stop it. "Then what about my son?" "Your son died the moment

I fell hard and fast, over the cliff’s edge that led to the river below. I woke up with a start. It was always the same dream—one that has continuously haunted my sleep for the past five years—of a wolf chasing me and me falling to my death. When I first started having the dream, it had been a pitch-black wolf giving me chase through the city of Vancouver. Recently, it had changed into a tawny-brown one with a forest as my new surroundings. I still didn’t know what was scarier; the fact that wolves were chasing me in my dreams or that I was out jogging in the first place. I hated exercise.

M, she sighed loudly while placing her right hand on her chest to feel her heart is beating fast Furrowing her hair as she quickly took a quick yawn while wiping her eyes, sighing loudly . It is a lie if these dreams doesn't bother her.... The reason of her lack of sleep for 5 years, is this disturbing dreams "It's happening again,is it related to my lost memories?"she mumbled as she recalled about the dreams she had ever since her accident 5 years ago before her memories were wipe out She only vaguely remembered her teenage years, but everything about her university years were wipe out, "I've woken much earlier than yesterday"she mumbled again as she went out from her bed and went to wash h

He looks shocked for a moment, then snickers. “ Even witches find me irresistible.” I roll my eyes; this asshole thinks my pain is funny. “ Can you grow up and be serious?” " Fine, what do you dream about?”I sigh. “ It’s always the same dream; we’re both 11, we show up to your house. My mother and grandma leave me in the car. You come, then you grab me and scream mine. I have been dreaming about the same thing every night for six months. Do you know anything about it?”

I shouted a sermon to Harris. “What? Will we just stand up here, and gaze at each other? I don’t even care with explanations anymore! Because I am so much greatful that I lost my consciousness and slept for ten years, just to remember my past when I finally was able to wake up!” Informing them about my dreams when I was asleep.

After what felt like a lifetime, I finally felt my mind drift off into peaceful blackness. I was awoken suddenly by ice shooting across my entire body, and the inability to breath. The immediate sensation of air was pure bliss as I ragged pulled in breath after breath of clear waterless air. That god damn dream. It haunted every night of my sleep for the past fifteen years. My eyes shot open as I realized that I truly well and was soaked to the bone. I looked up into the eyes of the old man as he was setting down a bucket.

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER Very early in the morning, Hunter sat on the floor of his room, his back against the door and his knees up against his chest. He was staring at the ceiling with almost vacant eyes, he sniffed, wiping away the tears that had streamed down his cheeks as all the events that happened in his dream whirled viciously inside his head. He couldn't understand why he kept on dreaming about the same person all the time. He started having these dreamlike visions ever since he turned ten and now, five years later, it continued, nothing changed. The way he remembered it happening five years ago was the same way it kept on happening. The man in his dreams looks so familiar yet strange at