Why Did My Dream Feel So Real Novels & Stories

Nothing. It had been a dream. A terrifying, incredibly vivid, utterly consuming dream. Just like last night. Yet, this one… this one had felt so real, the fear so visceral, the touch so palpable. The words he’d whispered, the feel of his breath, the terrifying intimacy of it all. It had been too real. A shiver, colder than the sweat on my skin, ran through me. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the vividness of the dream with the undeniable reality of my waking state.

I got up the moment I opened my eyes, huffing and almost out of breath. My heart beats fast like it's being chased and I was holing my chest because of that nightmare. It was a dream... All of it was just part of my dream, but why does it feel like it's true? Why am I still hearing her voice and laugh? Why is everything still echoing in my mind like it was being replayed over and over again? Dreams aren't true, right?

***** Gasping, I jolted awake. I was coated in a light sweat and couldn’t shake the images of him from my mind. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. My body was shaking; electric and alive in the best kind of way. I could still feel him inside me somehow. It made me feel awake and alive. Hot all over.

I glanced around my room and realized I was only dreaming. An ache pounded in my head and I gripped it. Gosh, it hurts. Then I remembered what I was dreaming about. A wolf? I stared at my top and saw nothing different. Why did that dream feel so real? I brought out my palm and saw that the veins were now quite visible. I did not know what to make of this. The door bell rang again and I hisses out before regretting it as my head pounded. I slid out of the bed and went down the stairs to answer the door.

The dream I experienced yesterday was just one of them. A chill went down my spine just by thinking about that intense gaze he had that glared down at me. It was terrifying, the look on his face. The dream was enough to put my heart into skipping a few beats. Were they real, or was I merely hallucinating? Even so, if it was a dream—it was so intense. That felt so real and alive, which reminded me of its vividness and actuality. I shook my head to clear it from being too attached to it. I shouldn't overthink it now.

But she was still wearing the shirt. A sinking feeling came over her as she realised that everything she had experienced the night before had been a dream. Logan hadn't come into the room and finger fucked her. It had all been a figment of her imagination. Her body had craved for Logan's touch so much that it had imagined that he was right by her, pleasuring her. But it had felt so real! Her mind protested. She still felt a tingling sensation between her legs when she thought of Logan's fingers inside her. Her core throbbed with need, and she sighed as her mind replayed the events of her dream.

The harder I tried to move, the further away he seemed to get. Then I'd wake up. It was driving me crazy. I'd sit up in bed, heart racing, trying to figure out what the hell my brain was doing. Because I'd never been to any place like that. I'd barely left this stupid town, let alone visited some magical castle by a lake. So why did it feel so real? Why did seeing that place make my chest feel all tight and weird, like I was homesick for somewhere I'd never been? The dreams were getting more detailed too. Last night, I could smell the pine trees. Could hear birds singing in the forest. Could feel the cool breeze coming off the water.

Remember, we shall meet sooner than later honey. 'Bye!' he says as my eyes instantly flare open. I sit on my bed, panting so heavily. 'It was all a dream?' I ask myself, finally a bit relieved. 'But it felt so damn real' I think to myself and check my body but there is not even a single change. Even though I know it is a dream and it is already over, his words keeps on playing in my head, all the events of the dream too keeps on showing vividly in-front of my eyes.

I squirm and turn, trying to free myself, but am unable to. "Mommy!" I scream and the sound of lightning outside my window causes me to jolt awake, pulling me out of the dream - if it could be called that - I was having. My heart pounds heavily against my chest, and I struggle to get a grip on myself. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream," I repeat to myself, holding my hand against my chest. 'Why did I have such a dream? And why did it feel so real, like I was experiencing it?'

I sense his movement inside me, telling me he’s there and sleeping. I carefully wrap my arm around Rena’s waist, fearing that I’ll feel that electric sensation again. As if touching her gets me electrocuted. Nothing happens so I release a breath of relief and burrow my head in her neck, inhaling her scent. It calms me down. It was just a dream. But why did it feel so real? I usually don’t get nightmares like these. Not since that one time when I was a kid. This is ridiculous. It's just a fucking dream. I need to rest.