Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

“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.

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.

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?"

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."

Jessica awoke with a start, her body bathed in a sheen of sweat, tangled in the aftermath of dreams that lingered in the realm between arousal and disquiet. The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront.

In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of magic and wonder. As she raised her hands, a vibrant glow emanated from her fingertips, illuminating the night sky. Stars danced and swirled around her, responding to her every command. In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

"But it isn't as if it means anything." "Look, these dreams are… connected, somehow," Birdpaw insisted. Reedriver's tail lashed irritably at the thought of their dreams being connected. The reflection that spoke back at him suddenly came rushing back in the form of words spoken just a couple of days ago. He knew Birdpaw was right. As annoyed as he was with the idea of being connected with these fishbrains, there had to be a reason behind those strange dreams. "Four must become five… and if we're the four cats they mentioned in our dreams-"