He couldn’t believe that the woman standing before him looked exactly like the woman from his nightmares.
What was even weirder was that she had the same name. As soon as he called it out, he wasn’t expecting her to answer as if someone was calling to her directly. But by the look on her face, it had to have been her name. Which meant that all these weeks, the woman he’d dreamt about was an actual real, live, breathing human being.
That also revealed itself to mean something else.
If the woman in his dream was real, then that had to have meant that the dream itself was also real? Or not?
No, it couldn’t be.
That dream was more of a nightmare, and it tortured him continuously even when he was awake. There was no way that could have been something that actually happened to him. But as
