Why Did My Dream Feel So Real Novels & Stories

Skylar’s voice erupted into an uncontrollable laughter from somewhere in the room. I groaned, clutching my side as pain radiated up my waist. But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the worst part was the mortifying realization that hit me... It was just a dream. A goddamn dream. Oh my fucking God! I pressed a hand to my face, my cheeks burning hotter than a furnace. A dream that had felt so real, so vivid, that I could still feel the ghost of his touch. My cheeks burned as the details flooded back. It felt so real, too real and far too good to be true. The heat, the intensity—oh, fuck.

“And he’s in it.” I chuckled. “You’re not seriously making a case that the ghost man who jumped you from the bushes in your dream is the same person in a photo you just found in my study?” “It didn't happen in a dream, it was really real,” she insisted with a firm for forward. Her voice definite. “I felt it. I saw him.” I my eyes moved to the photo, then back to her's again. I smiled, still calm. “Well,” I said and walked to take a seat in an arm chair behind the desk. “It’s not a rare thing to use feeling to define our reality. Especially when stress is at play. You've had a lot on your plate of recent, and not enough bite haven't you?"

“And why did it feel so real?” I woke up early, not because I wanted to… but because sleep refused to come back, the nightmare still clung to me like smoke. Viktor falling to his knees, blood spreading across his shirt. Drey crying in my arms, I rubbed my face and sat up slowly in bed. “It was just a dream,” I whispered to myself. But it hadn’t felt like one, it had felt too real and too vivid, I pushed the thought away before it could dig deeper into my mind. I had more important things to worry about.

And I was directly under a rainbow. I realized I was dreaming — I must have been, right? — but I struggled with making myself believe it. It didn’t feel like a dream, but I can’t articulate precisely why I felt that way. Everything just seemed more real than any dream I’d ever had, including those that I had previously thought felt real.

Make you pick… VALENCIA’S POINT OF VIEW I woke up with a lot of sweat on my forehead, with droplets of tears or sweat on my pillow, I am panting so hard, I can not stop my heart from beating so fast, I look around in shock, it felt really real, I am in shock because I am in my room in the house not in the woods like I was a few seconds ago… in that dream that did not feel anything like a dream, in that dream that felt as real as concrete as life itself. I had the same dream that I have been having for a week now… this dream that does not feel like a dream in any way, I can feel everything that happened, it feels like… it feels too real.

I never thought I would have any erotic dream about Soren and the dream felt so real. I could still feel the hotness of his palm on my skin and the way every kiss brought me to its knees. It felt so hard to resist him and he wasn't holding back in that dream and neither was I. "I should probably get up," I whispered to myself but deep down I couldn't push back those thoughts and how real they felt. "How could a dream feel so real?" I asked underneath my breath. I was the only one in the room which meant he left for work earlier.

His energy he pushes off towards me helps to slow my heartbeat. “I had a nightmare.” I whisper with a frown. “Want to talk about it?” He asks. “It felt different from all the other dreams. It felt real. I was trapped in a room in room with no doors. I couldn’t get out. The room was filled with smoke.” I explain. My eyes water as I have flashbacks of the helpless feeling of that dream. “It’s okay. It was just a dream.” “But it felt real. It was so real.” I begin as I get a flash as I grab my head. “Something is happening. Right now. I can feel it.”

My eyes darted around the room, searching for the warmth, the presence, the reassurance I had felt moments before, but all I found was empty space. “Damian…?” I whispered, voice trembling, tears still fresh on my cheeks. The room was silent, indifferent to my panic, unmoved by the storm that had erupted inside me. My body shook, and I pressed my face into the pillow, trying to chase the memory of the dream, trying to ground myself in reality. And then it hit me—I had believed it was real. I had believed that I had lost him all over again. The intensity of the dream, the intimacy, the love, the terror—it had felt so tangible, so undeniable, that for a moment, I could not separate it from real

“Obsessed how?” “Like he would rather destroy them both than let her leave. And she wanted to run but kept coming back anyway.” I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the lingering unease. “It felt so real. Like I was watching a memory instead of dreaming.” He was quiet for way too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was careful and measured. “Sometimes dreams feel real when we are processing strong emotions.” “Have you ever had dreams like that? About people who look like us?”

It was all a dream. I am breathing heavily as I try to come to terms with what just happened. I still can't believe I had just dreamt that up. Me getting intimate with Sia wasn't real. Then why did I have such dream? It had to be the bond. It's the only reason why I would have that type of dream. I gasped once I realized the truth of what happened. If I hadn't woken up when I did, I would have had sex with Sia in my dream. I am breathing hard and sweating profusely, that I don't notice Sia in the room.