Books About Nightmares Novels & Stories

But whenever I have someone beside me since Miracle and Aasiyah are often asked to sleep beside me, I can sleep with the light off. And they don’t have to open all the lights around the house. Just inside my room is enough. And I also stopped barricading my balcony door. I took out my thick curtain and replaced it with something nice but the grills remained for added security. Slowly, I am finally getting back my sense of safety inside our own house. The nightmares have stopped coming to me but that doesn’t mean that I forgot what happened and it is already gone. I am still scared and it is not something that I can just erase in my memories.

He was my home. At some point I fell asleep crying. I woke up a few hours later in matching pajamas and curled up in my bed. I could tell he had been in the bed with me based on the way the blankets fell on the other side of the bed. I immediately panicked. I needed him by me. I grabbed my phone and saw all of the messages and calls from the last few days. I had talked to the kids and they were coming home tomorrow. I was so ready to see them but right now all I wanted was Collier. I didn’t want to look like a child calling him to see where he was. There wasn’t a sound in the house though so I knew he wasn’t here.

Not to forget about that night. With my eyes wide open, I took deep breaths, and made a decision. No longer would I allow the nightmares to hold me captive. I would confront my fears, unravel the mysteries that plagued my dreams, and find a way to heal the wounds that still lingered. I sought the guidance of the pack elders, and in the books of revelation, to make it stop, because it is painful to relive the memories and confront the darkness that had haunted me for so long.

I didn’t sleep at all last night. The anxiety of Gustaf coming to find me prevented me from falling into a peaceful sleep. And whenever my eyes would close, nightmares snared me like a deer caught in a trap in the woods. I honestly think I woke up a billion times, drenched in a cold sweat and tears not far away. It was a terrible night, and needless to say, something needs to be done about the Gustaf situation. “Hmm...” I hum to myself while holding up a book named, “How to stop worrying about your stupid ex-boyfriend,” that I found at the store.

Adam had suggested it after walking in on me having a panic attack in Lucia's nursery. "The nightmares will fade eventually," I said, though I didn't sound convincing. "Maybe. Or maybe they won't and we'll learn to live with them." He kissed my forehead. "Either way, you're not alone in this." I wanted to believe him. But the nightmares were getting worse, not better. And they were affecting my work. Three days later, I was consulting on a case remotely. Five year old girl in Texas, phoenix hybrid with uncontrolled fire manifestation. Simple enough. I'd handled dozens of similar cases.

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

Roselle's eyes flung open. She was sweating and breathing hard as her wide opened eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling until she managed to get her breathing stabilized. How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? She could not even remember anymore. To the members of the house of Anderson, nightmares were not just some random or normal occurrence. For them, these were taken seriously and were messages of forewarning or signs of things to come.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

He gave a light squeeze. “It’s her decision.” Nathan’s anxiety was rising again. The whole session had been such a push and pull, Nathan kept struggling, building walls and breaking them down at the same time and so fast I was having trouble keeping up. “It’s the things my dreams and nightmares are made of.” “Why is that?” Darren asked. “Because, they’re always of her. My dreams turn to poison. Wonderful visions, happiness, which turns to terror.” “We’ll work on that. It will get better, but it’s going to take some time.”