روايات وقصص ضمن What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real

I can feel her smooth skin and soft breast. … I slapped myself. God, why would I imagine dirty thoughts with a married woman? Of all the thoughts I must think of! It will be much more acceptable if it's a married man right... WAIT! The married part is the worse of all! I must shake all these thoughts. Where ever you think about it. Everything is wrong already... Haaa I must be crazy. I reached out for my phone to distract myself from these thoughts. Without knowing it, I already scrolling through the Quack app and I immediately saw Dohyung's post.

And every single time, they revolved around the same man. It was infuriating. Jade exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if it would dispel the lingering images. ‘It’s just a dream,’ she told herself. ‘Nothing more. He’s not even real.’ The idea of being involved with someone like him—an unattainable, married man—was laughable. She wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such fantasies, let alone allow them to affect her waking life. But the intensity of the dreams made it difficult to simply brush them off. She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips,

I playfully threaten. He pauses, simply watching me and for i moment, I think to tell him it's okay, I might have overstepped but then his lips part to speak, only to press tightly together again. I want to say im kidding but he beats me to it, 'I'm still in love with my wife and sometimes I imagine her coming back, I go to sleep thinking when I awaken it'll all be a dream. I have trouble falling asleep at night but I ache to fall into a deep sleep because that's the only place I can see her, in my dreams. She's still alive and sometimes I can't tell if it's reality or a dream."

I don't know but when I dream of him I have no control over it and for some reason, it feels so real. Chapter One Chase (POV) I woke in a sweat and of course with another hard-on. The same dream keeps haunting my nights. About this same woman with red hair and deep green eyes. The only thing is I have never seen or met her. I wonder if she is even real. Her full lips and her curves, all in the right places. The dreams began a couple of months ago and each time it always seemed real. The way she feels when I hold her, and the taste of her when we kiss. The dream always ends in the same way. In each other's arms after a night of passion. I don’t know what triggered all these dreams, all I know

She never does. In one dream, I’m back in our old house, the one we never really lived in together. She’s standing in the kitchen, her back to me, and when I reach out to touch her, she vanishes. Like she was never there to begin with. I wake up, my chest tight, my body aching with regret. The dreams don’t make it easier. They make it worse. They remind me that I didn’t just lose my wife—I lost my mate. And now? Now I can’t even think straight.

"I've had some really vivid dreams, and I sure wish the guy was real." Silva's eyes grew larger. "You've been dream mated with... with," I exclaimed. She gave an almost imperceptible smile after taking a peek at the ground below. “What?” Silva turned his attention to Ravena. Dream coupling. The romance author Julia Wildthorn refers to it in like way. If one of the soul mates possesses the capacity, they can reach out to the other and offer the connection that binds them while they are unable to find each other in the physical world. They are dream mates if the other accepts.

I described the world I've been visiting in my dreams, and how real it felt. I told them about the love I have for Nikau and how hard it would be to lose him. The therapist's expression was full of compassion and understanding. "It's natural to feel confused and distressed when we're not sure what's real and what's not," they say. "But it's important to remember that our dreams are just that - dreams. They can be influenced by our experiences and emotions, but they are not reality. It's okay to have strong feelings and attachments in our dreams, but it's important to recognize that they are not the same as real-life relationships."

I know my imagination is stupid. Then she pulls away and tells me, “Honey, welcome home, hope you had a stress-free day today?” She will ask. But wait a sec, can someone explain why the lady I am imagining as my wife has my face and the man acting as my husband is... REIN JACKSON!!!!!??? WHAT THE HECK?? What kind of an imagination is that?

“What if she does not exist and it was just a bad dream? Even if she does exist, what will you do if you find her?” “I have had dreams before, Zania, but nothing like this. This was so real. It must be some sign or a warning. That witch has to die.” “You can’t execute her based on a dream. You know that, right?” “Watch me, Wife.” “Sometimes I wonder if I did not really bewitch you as many thought when we got married,” she teased, making him laugh. “You would be the most gorgeous witch I had ever met.”

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.