Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

I think I will end from here before he wakes up and find me with his phone. ******** I sat on bed for some time till when sleep caught me up. it wasn't long before I fell in my dreamland. The dream was so scary. I dreamed about some creature with red glowing eyes, black long hair and crawls-like nails. He was very tall and big. Blinking my eyes several times, I realized I had seen him before. Yes I had seen him with Anu in my dreams. He was the same giant old man who ran after me. I remembered how they fluttered and landed in front of me last time.

Carla In the later hours of that night, I found myself lying on the bed by myself. I had been alone for quite some time. Following everything that took place earlier this morning, I felt as though I needed to take a nap to recover. At this point, the last thing I wanted to do was anything other than go to sleep. After closing my eyes, I fell asleep almost instantly and was out like a light. In my dream, I was ambling through the forest where I used to live. There was a man giving pursuit to me as I ran away. He grabbed my arm and dragged me away into the darkness to an area that we couldn't quite make out. I was awakened out of the blue. I was actively shaking and sweating a lot at the same

The wind wafting from underneath the door was an indication that behind it, freedom lingered but was beyond my reach. I bent my head downwards to catch a little of the draft, but nature had decided to be cruel as the wind seized abruptly. Chains jangled and rattled against my feeble effort to get away from my restraints. They bit into my hands and feet, causing a painful decay to occur. The smell of rotten flesh was pungent and wafted disgustingly in the air. Tears trickled from my eyelids and I let them, unable to wipe them away. My eyes had seen many joys and tragedies. They had seen many births and deaths. My presently weak and cuffed hands had brought lives to the world, nurtured them an

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

My body reacts to his voice with unmistakable fear and… This is embarrassing but… it seems my sexual urges were awakened, by the same man who keeps showing up in my dreams. Every time, after I dream about him, I wake up only to find my panties soaking wet. God, what is happening to me? Suddenly, a fierce determination washed over me like an ice bucket splashed over my head. I need answers. Grabbing my phone, I open my browser. I officially begin my search by typing in random searches about dreams, glowing eyes, and anything else that might give me a clue.

~Sienna~ Warm, wet flesh flattens on my pussy, it drags slowly upward and curls. I push back against it, chasing the foreign object before it disappears. “Mmmm….” I arch my back, my eyes squeezing tight. I can’t see anything, it’s so dark, but I don’t want to wake up from this dream. My fingers sinks into the bed, my legs spreads wider. I whimper, I don’t want this to stop. I bite my lips, from screaming loud.

Not like a warm blanket pulling me under, but like a hand pressing down on my chest, dragging me into something twisted and dark. I dreamed of hands. Of ropes biting deeper. Of Lucian’s voice calling my name, just out of reach. Of waterfalls running red. And of a scream stuck in my throat that no one could hear.

I quivered awake from bed in an heavy breath and perspiration all over my body. I gasped in and out making an heavy sound. I looked around the room, all in good state then I strained my hair to the back, face down as I dropped my elbow on my kneel. "Arrgh!" I growled, ruffled my hair, whimpered, and gasped continuously again trying to recover from the horrible nightmare. I made a throaty sound as I heard the sound of a twist in the door.

It was the strange dreams, the odd whispers I couldn’t quite decipher, and the feeling that something was shifting within me—something bigger than just the life growing inside me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The dreams were vivid, far more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. Wolves, glowing in shades of silver and blue, danced through the forest in ways I couldn’t understand. Their eyes, glowing with ancient power, watched me with a kind of knowing that made my heart race. In these dreams, they spoke to me—not with words, but with feelings, with intentions that tugged at the very core of my being.