Bad Dreams Bad Dreams Go Away Novels & Stories

“It all feels like a bad dream. I still want to wake up and think it's all untrue, even though I know it's not. I try to avoid thinking about what happened and move on, but something holds me back, and I don't know what it is. I thought being away from everyone would help me forget, but... no matter how hard I try, the memory of that wild night lingers and doesn't want to fade away”. “You're lost in your thoughts again. Where are you now?”

I can't help but plead, "Please, just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone." "Stella... Stella. Honey, wake up, you're having a bad dream again." I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes from sleep, and see Mrs. Ashley, my therapist, who woke me up. I hug her tightly and start crying. "Will this ever go away?" I ask her. "Come on, let's start your morning off in the therapy room so you can talk through this. If you just talk about it, he won't win in your dreams anymore," Mrs. Ashley suggests.

I really didn't know how to make my mood better, I couldn't go to sleep because when I was about to fall asleep, scary dreams that I didn't want to think about appeared and made me not dare to go to sleep but have to get up immediately. I also did not dare to leave the mansion to make my mood better because I had a premonition that if I stepped out of the mansion, I would encounter bad things. At this time, I also couldn't find someone to talk to because I just needed to say a few sentences and other people could guess that my mood was not stable. Instead of making other people worry about me, I would rather bear everything on my own.

I saw all the posts and liked each and every one of them. Heck, I even took the time to comment on Rhys’ updates. “Don’t forget to burn the sheets I’ve slept on.” By the time I refreshed the page, the post was gone. A minute-long voice note popped up in the family group chat. Instead of tapping to listen, I removed myself from the group chat. It was another day of rehearsals that ended at ten at night. I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms.

> ACCESS SUBJECT MEMORY: LAST KNOWN TRAUMA. The screen went black. Then came the sound — not from the speakers, but inside her head. A scream. His scream. Her surroundings shifted in a blur. Suddenly, she was somewhere else — standing in that same cold lab. Metal tables, flickering lights, the smell of antiseptic. She saw her father again, heard his voice: “The pain will fade. You’ll be reborn, Jax.” “You’re killing me,” Jax growled through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to play God.”

Natalie woke up screaming after having a terrible dream. Despite the AC running in the room, her body was drenched in sweat. Natalie sat up, panting, and took a glass of water from the bedside table and finished it in one sip. "Is something bad going to happen to me? Why did I have such a bad dream?" Natalie groaned. Placing the glass of water on the bedside table, she picked up her phone and saw it was three in the morning.

When I see your monsters I'll stand there so brave, and chase them all away. I can see the sky, sky, sky, beautiful tonight, night when you breathe why cant you see the clouds are in your head I will stay there there, there, there, no need to fear, fear, when you need to talk it out with someone you can trust. What you see are the bad, bad, bad memories take your time you'll find it.

She crooned to him quietly. “I’ve been Bad my whole life!” He sobbed, clutching her tightly, as if he would fall off the face of the Earth if he let go. “I know.” She said, gently urging him to rise back to his feet. She dried his tears herself. “But today, will you choose to be Good?” ****************************

A Month passed away of our separation. She's busy with her college exams and I'm keeping myself busy with my office work. We talk every night before sleeping and sometimes we sleep, gazing at each other through the video call. I haven't been feeling so well lately. Nightmares have started haunting me again. I don't want to lose her like I had lost my mother in my childhood. I'm extremely afraid to lose her. Every night, I'm seeing only one dream that she's not with me, she left me like Mom. I'm not sharing this with my Princess because I don't want to make her worried. For now, I just want her to concentrate on her exams. I don't want to give her stress. I'm sure if she comes to know that ni

He was my pillar of support and I hated seeing him in pain, I would do absolutely anything for him. Seating up, I pushed his hair out of his face as he was clearly covered in sweat. “What's wrong baby?” I asked him gently, trying not to trigger any emotion. “I had a bad dream,” he muttered. “Bad dream?” I asked him. He nodded his head and I pulled him into a hug. “You don't have to be scared, do you want to talk about it?” I asked him and he nodded his head gently. “I dreamt that someone took me away from you. It was so frightening and you looked so broken. I don't want to be away from you.” Dennis said while I ruffled his hair.