Why Did My Dream Feel So Real Novels & Stories

Sweat plastered my hair to my skin. Shane rushed to my side. “Ariana?! You're awake—goddess, you scared me!” I stared past her, heart pounding like I had just clawed my way out of the deepest pit. My hand flew to my chest. Everything in me trembled — not from the physical wounds, but from the dream I had just escaped. It had felt real. Too real. And the worst part? For a moment… I wanted it to be.

But at least I am not going to suffer everything every day all over again. I gasped, opening my eyes to see if he left me and realized I was back in my room. How can a single dream be so realistic I started checking my neck to see if it was hurting but it was all just built in my mind that everything felt so real to me. I felt my tears dropping on my hands as I was checking my neck and no matter how much I tie I can't stop myself from crying at things like this. Is this really how I am going to end if I dare to go against him?

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

I sat in my study, staring at the shelves I had arranged a hundred times already, yet nothing seemed to settle my mind. My thoughts kept circling back to that night in Country D. That strange, vivid dream. At first, I had been convinced it was real. The warmth, the closeness, the emotions, everything had felt far too intense to be a dream. But when I woke up the next morning, the bed was empty. No one beside me. No trace of anything having happened.

I even heard him growl by my ear, looking down at me dominantly: “Kitten, come for me!” Sweat poured down my forehead as I shot awake, only to realize it was just a dream. A strange sense of loss swept over me. Why did I have such an intense dream? It felt too real! I saw it was already the next day. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shut them tightly. The hangover clung to my skull like a claw. Nothing had motivated me in days. Just disappointment over and over again—until I stopped caring. There were no new job offers on my phone.

Everything seemed weird today. I couldn't get that odd dream out of my head. The woman in my dream felt so real, incredibly real. And all these things that she said, I couldn't understand the meaning of all of it. I was in a dilemma, one part of me thought that it was just a stupid dream, it meant nothing but the other part of me wanted to believe it. There was something about that woman that was so familiar like I have seen that woman before. Like I have been way too close to her but that can't be possible. She was just a woman my mind made up, she didn't exist in the real world.

It was just a dream. My thighs are still squeezed together, though. I relax my muscles and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. The dream felt so real. When I opened my eyes, it was like I had watched him fade away slowly. I sit up and run my fingers through my damp hair. I've never had a dream remotely similar to this one. Why would he be there, touching me so intensely when I've never fantasized about him that way? Before I realize it, I'm thinking about this nonstop. My heart's pace is back to normal, and I'm not sweating anymore, but I still can't sleep.

When I was in front of my sink, I spilled out my guts and continued for almost a minute before my stomach felt empty and I didn’t feel the need to throw up again. I stood up and shakily stood straight but leaned on the sick a bit, then I washed my mouth and face then backed the wall and slid down the wall and thinking about the dream I saw and the little bits of trance that I saw not long ago. The thing got me thinking if it was real or I am just hallucinating because I do have dreams about weird stuff. But I want to believe this was not a real thing because it looked so real but I can't remember any of it happening for real because of how they seem and I could feel like it happened some tim

Then, he let go of me and kissed my forehead, whispering again. "Good night, Katelyn," his sweet voice lingers in my ears as he steps back into the darkness. Then, as I closed my eyes in my dream, my eyes completely opened when I woke up. My breathing was heavy, and I could still feel that man's hand from my dream all over my body. Then, I looked around my room, searching for that man in my dream, but I found no one. Not even a trace of his shadow was found in any corner of my room. "What was that? Why does it feel so real?" I muttered as I felt my heart beating so fast. I looked around the room again as I felt like someone else with me in this room just a few moments ago, and it felt like I

He repeats over and over that I am forced to close my ears. “No, I didn't" I wake screaming. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. My body is drenched in sweat, heart hammering so violently it feels like it might tear me apart. My hands clutch the sheets, shaking, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.