Why Did My Dream Feel So Real Novels & Stories

His touch resonated deep in my core, and I felt closer to him now than ever before. But like every good thing I wanted to keep, this dream ended too. My eyes snapped open, my breathing heavy. “Fuck,” I muttered as I lay still, the last moments of the dream playing in my head. Why did today’s dream feel even more real? Why did the feeling resemble the same one I felt when I kissed Knight? Was it because I went to bed with the thoughts of his last message on my mind? Was that why, even while I was awake like this, I still craved him? Was just one kiss from him enough to send me into such a frenzy?

I swallowed hard. “Everything was just a dream…?” But deep down, It didn’t feel like a dream at all. It felt real, Too real.

“You don’t even know what you do to me.” I shuddered. “Then show me.” I woke up with a loud gasp, my eyes snapping open. My heart was pounding like I had run a marathon, and my thighs were clenched tightly. “Oh my God. It was just a dream.” I told myself, trying to calm my racing pulse. Just a dream. But it felt so real. The touch of his lips on mine, the lingering warmth, the dizzying sensation… I squeezed my eyes shut. This was insane. Absolutely insane. I couldn't be feeling this way. I wouldn't.

" It was there that I realized that it was my dream that everything happened. Maybe it was because I was tired from the flight. But it felt so real! The way I felt someone was looking at me and throwing a rock ... I guess what my martial artist brothers were saying was true. "Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream again?" "No, I'm fine. I ... I just thought that it was real ..." "What is it?" I thought, if it was just a dream I have nothing to worry about. I shook them. "Nothing." "Ate?" I came back to reality when I heard Luis. "Huh? M-are you saying something?"

I'm so relieved that the alarm stopped the dream before it went too far. It was just a dumb dream! But why am I sweating? Why is my skin all red? Why am I breathless? Why am I blushing just thinking of it? But most of all, why are my panties soaked? It felt too real. A small part of me wishes it was real...

Not even a soul. . The more I think about it, the more I realize that it was like a fever dream. You know those kinds of dreams where you felt like you know that you were dreaming but it all still feel very very realistic somehow. No matter how much I tried to open my eyes and wake up, I could never seem to do it. Trying to wake up already tire me so much, so I tried to navigate my dreams instead. .

“Zarion…” I whispered his name, my eyes fixed on the space. God, why did that dream feel so real as if they were doing it in front of me? Their moans felt real. Their faces felt real. The emotions I felt felt real, too. It shocked and terrified me so much that I do not know which is real and which is a part of a dream. I reached out my hand, it slowly settled at his jaw. Then his cheeks. Until my thumb found his lips caressing softly and gently like a baby’s skin.

"And I am so going to give it to you." But suddenly, a sharp, prickly feeling enters the dream. A cold shiver of reality washes over me, making me frown. This can’t be happening. This is too real. The heat is too intense, the weight too heavy. I jerk awake, my eyes snapping open. I’m panting hard, my chest heaving, and cold sweat is dripping down my forehead. I take a desperate breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. It was just a dream. A fantasy. Lord, why have I been fantasizing about him like this?

"But you said-" "Yes, but I hadn't anticipated that you'd be upset the next time I saw you." I nodded. "Why does this dream feel more realistic than other ones that I have?" I asked out of nowhere. "You believe in it a lot more. You accept it more." "So if I didn't accept it, then it wouldn't be so clear. I wouldn't be able to remember them when I woke up?" "You remember them?" I nodded. "Only the ones that feel this clear."

It helps me channel my inner peace and keeps my mind away from the demons. I have dreams to put it lightly. They are mostly nightmares though. I dream of things and events that I cannot really understand. They are just dreams after all, I tell myself most times. But why do they feel so real and close to touch? Why does it seem as though they haopened? Happened to me, but like a long time ago. Who are these people I keep seeing? They seem like they love me. Then it feels like they want to strangle me as well.