Bottom Dream Novels & Stories

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

Mommy used to tell me that Nightmare is an evil spirit formerly thought to oppress people while they were sleeping. It causes people to experience bad things in their dreams. Yuan used to get annoyed whenever I cry and wet the bed because I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room.

She nestled beneath the covers, allowing the weight of exhaustion to embrace her, as she surrendered to the realm of dreams. As the veil of sleep enveloped her, Zelda found solace in the rituals of protection she had performed. The dreamscape unfolded before her, transformed by the cleansing properties of the burning sage. Instead of foreboding imagery, she was greeted by serenity and clarity—a respite from the haunting visions that had troubled her. In the depths of her dream, Zelda encountered the familiar presence of Dawn, a soothing presence amidst the ethereal landscape. Dawn's guidance proved instrumental as she navigated the intricate symbolism and deciphered the messages concealed wi

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

“You weren’t sleeping, were you?” “Some people do that, Dom.” Dominic grinned at the sound of irritation from the other end of the phone. “I sleep.” Brody sighed into the phone. “I’ve never experienced that happening.” He groaned. “It’s barely dawn.” Dominic grinned. “Best part of the day.” He heard the other man moving around. “For you—I don’t have a hot, sexy body snuggled into me when I wake up.” He could hear clanking of glass and guessed Brody was making coffee.

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

“I don’t deserve all of you.” Jessica clasped her shoulders. “You deserve everything, sweetheart.” The day was filled with laughter and celebration — food, music, the triplets insisting on a “first-dance rehearsal.” But even in the joy, Baylee couldn’t shake a small, cold feeling at the back of her mind. A whisper too soft to catch, like the echo of a dream she couldn’t quite remember. That night, as she lay with Collin beside her, she dreamed again — of a forest filled with silver fog, of a woman with violet eyes standing in the distance.

Somewhere down the hallway, Eli’s bedroom door creaked softly. A moment later, small footsteps padded toward the living room. “Dad?” Dominic turned. Eli stood there in oversized pajamas, hair disheveled, eyes still heavy with sleep. “You’re still awake,” Eli said, rubbing one eye. “So are you.” Eli shrugged. “Bad dream.” Dominic crouched slightly. “About what?” “The tower.” Dominic’s brow tightened. “What about it?” Eli hesitated. “It was really big… and everyone was shouting.”