Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

“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

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

He put his head in his hands. "I tried," Cale said, his voice muffled. "I lay in the bed. I closed my eyes. But then... the pictures came." "The threads?" "No," Cale said, looking up. "Not the threads. Dreams. Human dreams." "That's good, right? Dreaming is normal." "They are not good," Cale said. "They are illogical. And terrifying." "Tell me." "I dreamt..." Cale hesitated. "I dreamt we were at the grocery store. Buying milk."

Climbing in bed I try to sleep, but my mind is stuck, stuck between wishing I hadn't stopped Marcus, and then worried about Katy, what did they fall out over that caused her to run? An hour passes by as my mind wanders until I become too exhausted to keep my eyes open, the dreams are vivid, I feel like I am crying in my sleep, my body shaking. Why am I having dreams now? Why are they showing me Jackson and Marcus locked up and getting hurt? I don't sleep well, I try to wake up from the dreams but struggle to, so they plague me all night, waking up it is morning, and my eyes are soaked from the tears, so I was crying.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

He opened his arms wide, and I crawled into them. Some minutes later, and I dozed off into dream land.

She turned and walked back into the garden. She stood there for a long time, alone. The Cooper family's garden was filled with roses, all personally planted by Steven for her. The summer night breeze carried the scent of roses. It should have felt refreshing, but Lucy only felt a deep, unbearable cold. She took out her phone and called her best friend, Camille Reinhart. "Camille, help me arrange an accident at sea." Camille's voice sharpened. "What happened? Why are you suddenly saying this?"

Before he knew it, he was asleep as exhaustion and the stress of the past few days overtook him. Jon did not get any respite from his sleep, however. Disturbing images continued to assail him in his dreams. He saw Dante crawl on the wall from the library towards his window like a giant lizard. He peered into Jon’s room with a cold expression on his face. Dante gently tapped on the glass and then disappeared in a cloud of thick mist.

Shaking myself, I stopped overanalyzing them and got into the shower. Ken and I have been going strong for two weeks now. We're working out together when I say, "Dude, I've been having some wild dreams." "Like what?" "Wild, like cannibalism." "Well, you know dreams aren't usually literal but symbolic." "I get that, but these dreams are vivid and rational." "Cannibalism is rational?" I laugh, "That came out wrong. What I mean is that these dreams aren't all over the place. They're so rational that they seem real. Every time I wake up, I feel it truly happened."