Dream Face 소설 & 이야기

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

The faceless people around slowly vanished, and everything I see disappears. “HA!” I sucked a mouthful of air as I sat on the bed, sweating and panting from that dream. I palmed my forehead as I chase my breath. What…was that?

She was sure that it was Josiah. "I…" She looked at him and said, "I had a scary dream. I dreamt that someone locked me up in a sea of fire. Then, my face was burned. Joe, was this how my face was ruined?" Josiah hugged her in his arms and gently said, "No. It's not like that. Don't overthink." "Then, why would I have such a nightmare?" "Because you like to overthink," Josiah said, "don't you know that what you think during the day will haunt you in your dreams? So, for you to not have nightmares anymore, you have to stop thinking about how your face was ruined. Do you understand?"

Am also frustration because my sleepless nights have turned into ones with dreams, dreams that shouldn’t even be in the fore center of my frontal lobes. The last time I had closed my eyes I had seen him, literally felt him devouring my mouth, I dreamt about his mouth on mine so vividly it had felt so terrifyingly real, so real that I didn’t want to wake up. I could actually feel the weight of him pressing close, the rough heat of his breath against my skin while he kissed me like he’d been starving for it. I had been so disoriented and embarrassingly, horrifyingly wet when I woke up and at first I genuinely thought I had somehow spilled water on myself during my sleep but then soon it hit me

DREAMS COME TRUE Ella wake up, it's 7pm already you are going to be late for work Wendy yelled, pulling her friend from the bed *Gosh! Wendy why did you have to wake me, it was getting to the most important part, He was about to kiss me, Ella growled before sitting up on the bed, You had that Same dream again? Wendy asked, sitting next to her friend and stroking her hair, I had that same dream again,but this his face was clearer,i saw his face,his figure and everything, oh Ella we were about to kiss before you woke me, Ella said dramatically,

A dream is just a dream, Yesran never even heard that name when she was awake, so how could that name be his name and Yesran knew it from a dream? "Who?" Yesran repeated to make sure, she felt that something was wrong here. “Zane, the new kid we talked about yesterday.” Yesran's eyes trembled. "Za- Zane?" Right. In Yesran's dream, the man is named Zane. The same. His name is Zane. Then the dream? Was it not a dream? Is everything real? But clearly, it was a dream, because there was no way Zane had fangs and bite Yesran's neck.

Now my face is a deep shade of red. From nowhere, the memory of the nightmare skins through my mind again, and I pulse my lips. Dimitri ducks his head to meet my gaze. "what is wrong?" Blue eyes stare at me with concern. "The dream I had," I say. "It's just a dream," Dimitri replies. "A nightmare. It doesn't mean anything." I smile at his assertive words and push the nightmare out of my mind. Leaning closer, his thumb brushes the corner of my lips, sending electricity flying around me "May I?" he asks.

As if to punish her more, when she eventually fell asleep at the early hours of the morning, she dreamt of a faceless man making sweet love to her. She felt so frustrated that she knew she would be cranky the whole of the day. She has never enjoyed sex as much as she did with a faceless man in her dream. Just what the heck is wrong with her? First, she had wanted a stranger to fuck her hard in his car and then she had dreamt about making love to a faceless man and actually enjoyed it! She entered the bathroom and glanced at herself in the mirror, she had bags under her eyes and she could only sigh and pick up her toothbrush and toothpaste. The bathroom door opened and her boyfriend, Caleb, e