When My Dreams Feel Like A Reality

I remember all my dreams. When I dream it all feels so real. Wrote this in my journal sometime ago and felt the need to share this dream. It was so magical and thrilling at the same time. Hope you enjoy this dream as much as I did.

I wake up.

I am up and can feel the sunlight along the side of my arm as I lay on my side in the bed. Slowly getting out the bed and can feel my body awaken even more. Cracking my toes I look at the pile of clean clothes that of course never get put away. Getting up I grab the clothes nearest to my feet, put them on and shuffle my tired self into the living room.

The living room is warm and the tv is on with him sitting there on the edge of the couch but I can only see the back of his head. He is dressed in a nice shirt, jeans and a beanie that matches his shoes. A bit upset because I don’t certainly know how he got into my place. “What are you doing here?” I ask calmly, but I get no answer he just continues to stare at the tv screen. Speaking up some more I continued with “how did you even get in here?”. I asked the same question again but even louder than before, but he just keeps quiet and stays concentrated onto the tv. Giving up, I look at him a bit more than head off into the kitchen.

I get to the fridge and grab myself some tea. The sounds of the tv channels changing are in the background. It then becomes very quiet. Finishing my tea I return to the living room where he is nowhere to be found. I look into the room, the tv looks bigger and I have this sudden urge to find him in there. I make my way into this now life-size tv, where the screen was showing just a hallway. I’m walking down this hallway towards the only door there. As soon as I open the door and go through it I end up in a car.

We’re driving on the freeway passing through beautiful trees that seem to go as high as the sky.

Music is playing in the background and we don’t speak to each other, just side glances and small smiles until we get to our destination. We park at the top of this mountain. We get out and make our way through the beautiful forest, hike past beautiful trees, down to this small stream. He begins to walk through it making his shoes all wet. After a bit more walking we made it to the end of the hike. I walk over to look at the view. I ask him why we are here but of course, there is no answer he has his back towards me staring into the trees.

As I try to reach for his back there is a clear barrier blocking him from me. I touch around looking to where there isn’t a barrier and yet nothing so I start banging on this clear shield and yelling for him to hear me. He turns around and finally looks at me, my hand is against the shield and he leans out to touch the glass.

It breaks, THE SHIELD BREAKS and I trip back and fall, I’m falling down and he is watching me.

I close my eyes to embrace the fall and feel his arms come around me holding me tight. Now we fall, together downward in the air and then crashing into the ocean. I don’t feel wet I can just feel us continually falling through the water and just landing into a garden. It was like going through different worlds free falling.

The garden is filled with beautiful plants, golden and white flowers and a couple cherry blossoms and willow trees.

He lets me go “Your bleeding.” He tells me. He wipes off some blood that is coming from the side of the neck. I felt no pain though, just the comfort of him finally talking to me. He leans in and kisses me, I feel confused. We kiss for some time more and then I watch him get up and leave me. I don’t move because the place is too beautiful to leave.

A second later im presented with a huge bouquet of a pastel gold and white set of roses.

When I grab bouquet everything seemed to time-lapse backward, we didn’t move but the scenes around us did. We went from the garden, through the ocean, the mountain, back to the car until I arrive back in the kitchen.

I am back to where I started just after I wake up with the tea in my hand but, this time with the flowers set in front of me on the kitchen table. I take the flowers and curiously walk to the living room expecting him to have been gone again, but there he is watching the tv. He turns to me with a smile on his face and asks, “Where did you get those from, come sit with me.” I walk over to him and place the flowers on the side of the couch, I lean into him and find myself falling asleep in his arms. And right before I go back into a deep sleep I can hear him whisper “the next trip we make, will be even better.”

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9 Comments

  1. I hear you some times our dreams can be do viivd that we struggle in identifying if it was true or not. Thanks for the lovely story. You write very nicely.

  2. This was so cool to read, thanks for sharing your dream! I also love your bio for your blog….I need to get more creative with mine. So hard to put comments about yourself into compelling words..You did a fine job with that!

    xo
    Valerie

  3. I used to keep a dreams journal when I was younger, because I never remembered my dreams after waking up – I still don’t remember the majority of them, but I wish I could. It’s always nice to think about them.
    And I really liked your writing style, I could see the dream in front of my eyes!

  4. Wow, I have the awful luck of never remembering dreams but always remembering nightmares. I wish I had the ability to remember my dreams and keep a dream journal!