Chaotic Dreams Novels & Stories

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

With a sigh Dannie let the music lull her to sleep. She found herself in another nightmare, this time she was back on Iztal, but before it’d died. It was a place of pure energy, ebbing and flowing, like a living and breathing version of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. There was a sense of harmony and peace in the currents of Iztal that was beyond beautiful. At first, Dannie didn’t notice, but the deabru streaked through the ebbs and flows, slowly the harmony and peace turned to chaos and disruption, like a snake’s venom through its victim.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

I once again tried to focus on creating solutions, however, melatonin had a different idea in mind for me and I began to drift off. …I don't usually have dreams. Whenever I do, they're usually peaceful ones. Drifting in the sky with clouds, or doing some sort of activity with my friends or family. Unfortunately, ever since I was chained here, I've had dreams unlike any I've had previously, all revolving around the same two things. I'm somewhere that feels familiar, with someone familiar calling out for me. Tonight I had one similar to every other, but I couldn't remember the details quite as well as the others. It was all a fuzzy mess, feeling myself rock back and forth unsteadily, feeling a

He was beginning to doubt his wanting to talk to her. "What can I help you with?" He asked not knowing her state. "I need answers..." Her voice trailed off. "I need to get out of here." She said looking down to avoid his frustrated look. "Why are you doing this? Why are you not letting go of the flimsy idea, that, that..." Dexter waved his hands in disappointment, describing her ideas as flimsy. "This whole place is flimsy!!!" She shot him a look of rage. "This whole place is a stupid dream!!! And I need to get out of it!!!"

Waves of ecstasy rolled, leaving me trembling, vision blurring. Finally, gasping, I clicked to ten: the ultimate, a combination of all— pulses, waves, throbs in chaotic harmony. "This... this is how I lose complete control. Everything at once, overwhelming. Pussy on fire, clit's exploding, ass clenching— total surrender."