Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

“Maybe if I can remember more of my dream, I’ll be able to trigger something. It’s the only way I can figure this out.” Jean nodded. “Okay, let’s try another session.” Cara closed her eyes and tried to relax, focusing on the last dream she could remember. Slowly, the dream world began to take shape. In her dream, she found herself walking hand in hand with a boy down a narrow, winding path. The landscape around them was filled with thick trees, and the air was heavy with the scent of the forest. The path was rough, and though she hoped they were heading toward a peaceful place, they only seemed to be getting more lost. She couldn’t remember how long they had been walking, or how they had end

I'm not healing. Dreams are dogging me. Vivid, horrible things, always the same. Me, barefoot and small, wandering through alleys with pockets full of lint, stomach gnawing itself hollow. I see the same face over and over again, blurred out, reaching. I don't know if it's a memory or something else trying to crawl in through the cracks. Doesn't matter.

I dream of confusion, of tangled stories, of the chipping, grinding, carving of stones. In my dreams, I hear low rumbling growls and high pitched howling, see full moons and glittering constellations. I see Layla and Arnold holding a tiny bear cub, and Sarah and Nash riding enormous white bears into the sky. I smell Jasper beside me, feel a new claiming mark hot against my skin. I’m the first one to awake. My dream is still lingering in the front of my mind. And it gives me an idea.

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

"It sounds like you're experiencing some significant stress and anxiety. It's completely normal to have dreams that reflect your fears and worries, and it's possible that these dreams are a manifestation of your unconscious mind trying to process those emotions. Have you noticed any specific triggers or patterns in your dreams?" I thought for a moment and replied,”Yes. I usually dream about running through the woods, chasing animals, and even eating them at times. They are sinister and creepy. I recently had a dream that I had claws and sharp teeth and was chasing a rabbit. I need help.”

Emmet Jasper dreamed that he was back in the gorge. He was crying. It was the day his cricket vanished. He placed his hand back into the nest, turning over each and every leaf, dismantling the home that he had dedicated hours into constructing. He then felt his hands run over all the walls, feeling every jagged protrusion push into his palm, with nothing coming loose, nor fluttering off. He then forced his body deeper into the holes of the gorge walls, squeezing his limbs through, holding his breath, cutting his skin, and sobbing tears down wherever he went, as if he was trying to make his crawl, into the darkness any easier. He found nothing.

I've been having this recurring dreams for the past two days, and they are becoming more vivid each time, and what terrified me is how real they felt. I'm in a dense forest and I keep looking over my shoulder as I run from an unknown force, and it always feels like they are at an arm's reach and I can't get far enough from them. As I keep running, the sky-high trees ahead begin to close up and it feels like the forest is swallowing him, and the last thing I hear before I wake up are my own screams and a baby's shrilling cry.

After about thirty minutes of that, I was willing to take plain ole sleep if nothing else. After a full hour of angrily tossing and turning, I give up. My head is too jumbled right now to rest. I sit up, rub the sleep from my eyes, and grab my laptop. I cracked it open, opened G****e, and typed “what do my dreams mean” into the search bar. Cool, only a million and a half results, all telling me I was either going to die or I wasn’t getting enough Vitamin D. That wasn't foreboding or anything.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.