Blue Is For Nightmares Novels & Stories

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

I said looking at the wall it was dancing on sternly. “You knew… we knew you wouldn’t believe me if it ever came to this that’s why you gave me this, he said as he brought out a very tiny globe that was emitting some king of light. Let me see if I can still remember what it was, it was emitting a dull sky-blue color. Then he said “This was part of what normal human being are not supposed to touch but your mother didn’t know, if you could touch it you would remember but I can't disobey the laws of planes.” “Still waiting for you to tell me something about myself” I said to it trying to decide if I can actually trust this shadow that says it is me from another plane.

He let out another one and after a couple more sighs, fell asleep without even realizing. Whether long or short- Alex couldn't tell which one his little nap was as all he knew next was getting interrupted by gentle taps and an even gentler tone. "Blue? Wake up, Blue."

I just see the blue sparks that are left. I put my legs over the side of the bed, I place my head in my hands. It is as if my body and mind have given up, but I can’t, she is mine. What is the meaning of this blue light the same as what the symbol had? I have to protect her against it, but how if I do not know what it is really? I have not told Rebecca about my dreams yet, but I think it is time maybe she will help me understand what is going on. After getting up, I walked toward the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower will help in clearing my mind of all these questions.

The rest of my day was thankfully uneventful. And the best part was that there were no nightmares that night, which is not to say that I didn't dream. I did remember two sets of eyes flitting through my subconscious, one brown and one blue.

He smiled sadly and said, “You don't have to feel bad about it. I know you would have told us earlier if you could.” My heart melted at his words. He doesn't blame me. I kept repeating that to myself over and over again. I bobbed my head up and down, suddenly feeling at ease. “Thank you, Dad.” “So,” Richmond cleared his throat, looking pale, “What does this mean for you? The nightmares, does it hold any connection to the Lycans or were they just ordinary nightmares?” “They might be connected to them,” Beta Riley contributed for the first time. We all fixed our attention on him, a silent urge for him to continue. “Well, I don't know anymore than you do but there's someone who interprets dream

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

After I ran my fingers through my hair, I exited the closet but immediately jumped backward and closed the door. I steadied my now rapidly beating heart. Once I wasn't on the verge of a panic attack, I looked through the keyhole. On my bed sat an iridescent white and blue dragon with a golden crown of scales around its horns. It looked at me as if it could see me. “Avery, I know you are afraid. You know me, as I do you, even though we haven't talked since you were three,” a soft, firm, yet sweet voice, echoed in my head. What does it mean? I don't understand. The voice resumes, “Think, Avery. Your nightmares aren't dreams, they're memories. There's a reason that your favorite color is blue,