Crawling Dreams の小説・ストーリー

I jumped onto the bed, pulling the blankets around me, and closed my eyes. Sleep came easily, and with it, the dreams. Vivid, strange dreams that danced through my mind like fragments of a forgotten story. Faces I couldn’t quite recognize, voices that seemed familiar yet distant. I dreamed of Chloe, of her tear-streaked face and the fear that gripped her. I dreamed of Chris, of his lifeless body on the ground, the blood pooling around him. And I dreamed of the message Chloe had received, the one that had terrified her so much.

I feel like I am in a weird dark unconscious dream. A nightmare with devious cobwebs and dirty walls and an arid smell that just twists my stomach into painful knots. My eyes feel like they are open, but also feel shut at the same time. The grizzling sensation of something crawling over my leg has me opening my eyes and trying to adjust my tools of vision to see what is happening to my leg. It takes a while before my blurry vision clears, and when it does, I scream at the sight of the huge rat on my leg scratching my skin with its claws. The tremors the scratching sends down my spine nearly paralyses me with fear, yet at the same time, shooting up the adrenaline in my body so high that I fli

Dreams pulled me under, weaving a tapestry of familiar fears and echoes. In the darkness of my dream, I was alone in a vast, black space—a universe without stars, without light. My breath was shallow as earthy scents filled my senses, grounding me in an endless night. I felt trapped, the darkness taking my space, my air, until the rough feel of wood under my fingers revealed the truth—a box, a coffin holding me in its wooden grip.

Good weekend for the organization, wonderful weekend for Luke and I but a pain in the ass weekend with having to deal with everyone from 'The Gray Rebel's'. -Three months after the fundraiser hosted by 'The Gray Rebel's'- Waking in the early hours of Friday morning around 4 a.m. is not a pleasant time or way to be woken when your stomach does several gut-wrenching flips; signaling that it's going to launch all of its contents in a matter of seconds. Quickly launching myself from under the warm covers and the safety of Luke's arms toward the toilet; barely making it there on my knees as the first round of vomit spews from me.

Just the flower, perfectly formed. She crouched, breath shaking, and reached out. Warm. Alive. The petals twitched like they were breathing. She didn't call anyone. Instead, she opened her laptop and typed in: Unnatural flower growth indoors + hallucinations + mirror smiling Click. Click. Scroll. Forums. Reddit threads. One mentioned thin places. Another linked it to collective dreaming. She shut the laptop. Piper stayed hidden all day. The dreams got worse. Fire under her skin. Oceans above her head. Names whispered in languages that didn't belong on human tongues. She'd wake up breathless, mouth full of smoke, heart trying to escape her ribs.

But despite my efforts, my dreams were plagued with nightmares. In the first dream, I was standing at the top of a cliff. Fear clawed at me as I tried to move away, but my feet felt heavy, like they were sinking into the ground. Then I saw them—Lila and Eddie—advancing toward me. I screamed, knowing what was coming. I tried to fight them off, pushing back with all my strength, but they were too strong. Eddie grabbed me, dragging me to the ground as Lila looked on with a cruel smile.

WILLOW I have been having nightmares. Strange dreams where I’m being haunted. In my dreams, I am always running away from some faceless dark force and every single time, I end up underground, in a dark room, akin to a basement. Creepy as hell. Having these dreams have been sucking the strength out of my bones. They’ve definitely been a distraction, especially with all the exams I have to prep for.

Cass's POV I've always been one of those people that either doesn't dream at all, or has crazy weird dreams. No in between. Sometimes the crazy dreams are just that. Crazy nonsense. Sometimes they are nightmares. Those usually involve me trying to get to Alex before that deafening crack hits my body like a bullet, but my feet are so heavy and I can only run in slow motion. Those are the worst. I've dreamt of Ezra many times. Rarely in a romantic setting though. He always appeared at random times doing random things. One time, I dreamt that my washing machine was overflowing with rainbow suds, and Ezra came to my house to see if I wanted to go meet his pet turtle. They say your dreams mean th

Her cries ceased just as the bugs crawled away from her body leaving just bones behind. I screamed and ran and ran until I got home, slamming the door shut and locking it. I slid down to the floor and did what I've been doing for three months now. I cried. *sorry for your loss*

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.