Novel & Cerita Why Did My Dream Feel So Real

Hunter’s image starts to fade away. I find myself waking up on the flood in the living room, tucked up next to Caleb, with my head lying on his stomach. Reality slammed into me, causing me to start to cry. It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. “What is wrong?” Caleb asked, his voice sounding groggy like he had been sleeping. “I had a dream that felt so real. It was both good and bad at the same time.” I said through my sobs. “It will be okay.” Caleb whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

It had all been a dream. Cursing softly, she fell back on the bed and shut her eyes. It had been so real. The dream had felt so much like reality. Those soft touches, igniting flames on her body, those sensual lips, slowly driving her insane. Why did the dream feel so real? She sat up again and looked down at her chest. Her nipples were still hard and pointy. She hesitantly lowered one hand to her nightgown and felt between her legs. "Goddess above," she whispered, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. She was soaking wet. It had been a dream, but her body had responded as if it were real.

He was not here because it was all just my dream. I could not believe that it was a dream. I could not believe that of all people, I would dream of Daxton. It was maybe because I kept thinking of him when I fell asleep that he even appeared in my dream. How could a dream feel so real? I sighed once again, a little disappointed that it was all just a dream. But a part of me was glad because in that dream, he was wounded and bleeding, and it hurt me thinking of him in that state. Good thing it wasn't real.

I can actually feel her, for real. --- I shot up and looked down at my stomach. It was back to normal, flat, no signs of growing life. Thank fuck for that. I lifted my hand and looked it over. It was like I could still feel the other me holding it. Her fingers pressing into my hand and the warmth left behind, it was all too real. What the actual fuck was that about. I have dreamt about myself for as long as I can remember. But it was always the same, another me talked but I could never hear it. This was something else entirely. My body was shaking, and I felt wired. This dream rattled me, more than anything else ever has. All of the anxiety and frustration I have been feeling over the past f

For the first time since Seth had left, I felt like I could relax. But as I opened my eyes, I saw a shadowy figure lurking in the corner of my room. I screamed, and the figure lunged at me. As I opened my eyes, the realization that it was just a dream hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat up in bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart. The dream was so vivid and realistic that it felt like it had actually happened.

But why does it look so real? I blink my eyes for several times before trying to pinch myself. There's no way that the company would let them go out of the base. It was strictly against the rules. So the only possible reason was that I am dreaming. Yeah, that's it. I saw my team laugh. " I think she thought she was dreaming," Justin said smiling at me. Waah, even their voice sounds so real! Sean and Blaire chuckled as they stormed and hug me. I was surprised that I can feel their hug even in my dream. This feels so real!

I explained everything to him about the dream and how it felt so real. "I woke up yelling for her. I could feel her pain as these men where hurting her. Am I crazy for thinking it's more than just a dream?" Max was listening to every word I said. He looked at me and then got up and pulled an old worn book from his book shelf.

“Plus, I liked feeling you there, when I would wake up. The weight of you - it makes you feel…very real. Not like a dream.” “Do I sometimes feel like a dream?” I ask, my voice wandering a little, my thoughts still sleepy and disconnected. “You’ve always been a dream,” Jackson replies, easy, like it’s a fact. “It’s only when I have you here, warm against me, that I have proof that you’re real. That I didn’t just make you up.”

If only your mother listened to me, fate would have a little pity on you ," I heard faintly as my head felt heavier every given second . I screamed and opened my eyes in fright ,I searched around but didn't find the woman there ,it was just a dream but it felt so real. Why did I have such a dream in the first place? And how is mother involved in this?

I suddenly could feel myself reducing and growing smaller, "help me, mother" I screamed my lungs out. "No!!!" I screamed as I woke up, the dream had seemed too real. l touch my forehead and left a cold sensation there. What kind of voodoo is that, that shit felt so real. I whispered still panting.