Page 3 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

Oh my God.

A weak laugh spills past my lips.

None of this makes sense.

Because none of this is real.

I don't need to panic.

Because all of this is a dream.

Just a dream, oh thank God.

But even so, I still find myself clutching the sheets to my body as I slowly sit up.

Hedoes the same thing as well, and my stomach cramps at the way both of us moving have the big white bed dipping as well.

It's almost as if we're making love.

I stare at him as I try figuring things out. This isn't my first time to be conscious in my dreams. But dreams like those usually last less than a minute. Long enough to make me realize what's happening and remember key details. Butnotlong enough for me to actually take control of my made-up world.

Until now.

Because...it's been more than a minute, right?

And yet I'm still here.

Dreaming.

Why is that?

I look at the stranger again. I haveneverseen him in my entire life, which is...strange.

Am I really dreaming?

I've read somewhere that "normal" dreams can't contain any element we haven't encountered, whether consciously or subconsciously.

It's how you distinguish dreams from visions.

But since I can't imagine why visions of the future would include anakedman...

He has to be someone famous, and that's why I'm dreaming of him.

I mean...I see people in movies and on TV all the time, but I don't always remember their faces.

So, yeah.

He has to be famous.

Or semi-famous like Jamieson.

But while that explains why it's his face I'm seeing—-

There has to be another reason for his presence, and that's why I'm having a harder time figuring out.

Every element in our dreams has meaning, and maybe...

Maybe my mind has conjured him to symbolize the reason I've never been able to say 'yes' to Jamieson?

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