Novel & Cerita Why Did My Dream Feel So Real

but I guess it just carried over to the realm of reality. "Can you tell the difference between reality and a dream. If you're only dreaming, then you won't feel pain. And now, do you feel pain?" I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. It's just a nightmare. But, this feels deja vu. I was in the car at high speed when a light flashed and I—

“... Me!” Catching my breath, I immediately put my hands on my neck to see if it’s still attached. Looking around to see if I’m still in my room. Except that it’s still dark, I am in my room… Thank God! What was that? That’s fucking creepy! Why do I always have nightmares and worst, those nightmares really felt real! Damn, that nightmare felt so fucking real that I thought I am really gonna die. But I’m still thankful that it is only a dream. And maybe it’s time to wake up too? It feels like a body alarm that would wake me up but that’s one hell of a hell alarm clock I got there…

“So she went off alone with him?” “Yes, but I just knew something was wrong. I had this burning in my stomach. And, well, I’d had a dream a few nights before that. I’d seen all of this unfolding. Sort of. Have you ever had a dream like that? Where you feel like it’s real, and then something happens later to let you know the dream was sort-of right?” Once again, my head bobbed up and down, but I doubted I’d ever had a dream quite as real as the one she was describing.

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

I was still in my study and I had slept on the files that were on my table. “That was such a dream!” I woke up sweating profusely. It was the first time in years that I had a dream that felt so real. I didn't realize it was a dream till I woke up. It wasn't a dream I would ever want to stay in. I was terrified of having to run for dear life. It felt like horror. I stood up and walked to my bathroom to wash my face. “This guy has done a lot of bad things to me in real life and now he's here in my dream too?” I sighed.

I cried out into his mouth, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. Until— I gasped, jerking upright in bed. The room was dark and silent, but my body was trembling, my skin damp with sweat, my chest heaving. I clutched at the sheets, every nerve alight with the ghost of sensation, my thighs pressed together as if to hold on to the last flickers of it. It had only been a dream. But God, it had felt real. I’d… climaxed. From a dream. A dream about Javier.

My mind was still entangled in the dream I had just woken from. The dream had felt so real—so vivid. I was standing in the middle of a forest, a place I knew well. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t just the trees and the scent of the earth around me. I felt something inside me, something unmistakable. I was pregnant.

I bolted upright. A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it. My entire body shook violently. My chest hurt. Sweat soaked through m clothes. I couldn't breathe. "What..." I grabbed my chest "What the hell..." My room. My bed. The sunlight filtering through the curtains. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. "Oh my God..." I pressed trembling hands against my face. "What kind of dream was that?" My breathing refused to steady. Every detail had felt so real.

Kael. Kaeren. Their faces, their voices, the way they looked at me in that dream I had in the bar—it all replayed in my mind. My chest tightened, and I sat up straighter, feeling a sudden wave of discomfort. Why did that dream feel so real? Why did the mention of their names make my heart race? I pressed my lips together, my hands resting tightly on my lap as the Rolls-Royce continued through the quiet night.

The scenes from my nightmare flashed vividly behind my eyes. My hands were once again trapped by the two men while their ring leader was having sadistic fun with me. I was crying hysterically and was thrashing wildly in an attempt to free myself but ended up getting a hard slap. Before things could get more serious, I had woken up and I was really glad that I had. I knew it was a nightmare and thus, wasn't real then why did one side of my face feel warmer than the other? Was I just making things up because of PTSD? I had read something about it somewhere. Was I manifesting my reality into dreams and vice versa?