Novel & Cerita Why Did My Dream Feel So Real

[Elise’s POV] A gasp escapes me as my eyes fly open and I sit up. My breath comes in puffs, and my heart hammers while the memories of what I just saw hit me. “What was that?” I whisper, trying to make sense of what I just saw. “It felt so…” Real. It felt so real, like I was actually there witnessing what was happening. “But why?” I murmur, my mind whirling. “Why would I dream of such a thing?”

A cruel, vivid, dream. I closed my eyes tightly, my fingers digging into my hair in frustration. A torrent of emotions flooded through me. God, fucking gracious. "Dream. Just a dream," I chanted, rubbing my eyes as tears welled up. With a heavy heart, I checked on her once more, a lump forming in my throat as the memory of the dream lingered. The dream felt real. I reached out, my hand gently palming her neck and placed a soft, almost imperceptible kiss on the tip of her nose.

Said quietly and with the particular certainty of someone who had always known it. She sat with that for a moment. Then she shook her head. No. She'd been running a fever. The tea had done something thorough to her ability to process reality and she'd been half-unconscious and what she remembered was the specific convincing wrongness of a very vivid dream, the kind that left marks on your body that took hours to fade. She'd had one of those before....she knew what they felt like. She knew the specific quality of a dream that felt real. This had felt real.

Pressing hard. And— That second pulse. Fast. Unsteady. Too strong. I swallow, trying to breathe. Trying to calm down. It was a dream. Just a dream. But— It didn’t feel like one. It felt— Real. Too real. Fear creeps through me again. Slow. Cold. My fingers tighten against my shirt. Why am I having dreams like this? What was that place? That cave… That forest… My breathing slows slightly. But my chest still feels tight.

The scream finally reached my lips and I let it out. I sat up immediately on the bed, sweating profusely as I took in sharp hefty breaths. It was just a dream. My throat felt dry as I swallowed and I wiped at my forehead with the back of my hand. What was with me and having strange dreams that felt too real these days?

… I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The dream felt too real. Thank God— it was just a dream.

Filled with a sorrow so deep it felt like it was pulling me under. No. I woke up gasping, my hands clutching my chest. For a moment I could not breathe. Tears streamed down my face before I even realized I was crying. The dream felt real. Too real. Like something that had already happened. Or something that was about to. I pressed my palms to my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. Why did it feel like a memory? The image of those golden eyes stayed with me long after the shaking stopped. I did not know who he was. But I knew one thing with painful certainty.

Someone took me like they needed me to survive. In the dream, I felt wanted. Beautiful. Powerful. But that was just a dream. Something my brain made up to fill the hole in my life. This was my real life. This cold bed. This man who didn't care. This empty ache. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but all I could think about was the dream. Those hands on my thighs. That hand on my throat. That feeling of being wanted and taken. And I wondered if I'd ever feel that way with someone real.

Ayda asks, her eyes narrowing as she takes me in, like she is looking for what is wrong. My hands fly to my hair, pulling at the strands. Frustration gnaws at my insides when my memories become more clear and I remember what happened last night. I had a dream about her. Was it even a dream? It felt so fucking real, right up to the point that everything got bloody. It still feels real. I looked down at my hands. They were fine. Clean. Still, I couldn’t shake off the texture of the blood from it. The weight of the heart sitting in my palm.

I looked around, trying to find him, but there was no one. No one. He wasn't around... A sharp gasp abruptly escaped my mouth as my eyes fluttered open. Startled by the sudden awakening, I found myself jolted back to reality, the vivid dream still haunting my senses, leaving behind a wave of mixed emotions. My dream felt so real. It felt so true that I found myself sobbing while feeling the excruciating pain in my chest...