Novelas y relatos de Dirty Dreams

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

**Moon Shine Pack** Darian sundelly woke up from his sleep his green eyes is now turned red. He just had a bad dream the same dream that keeps hunting him daily, no it not just a dream it the reflection of his past which is always scaring and stopping him from falling into a deep slenmber the past he will never forget. Darian always find it difficult to fall into a deep slumber even if he tried his brain always woke him up and everything that happened five years ago will come playing on his head like it just happened, that is the truman he have been passing through.

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

*you cannot stop it* I will! I will!! In the process of trying to get the bracelet off, I didn't see the car approaching me and before I could move away, it hit me. Hard. I fell to the ground staring at the bright sky. So this is how I was going to die. I smiled to myself. At least it wasn't as horrific as the others. I was crazy even at my dying moment. I start feeling dizzy, black spots covered my vision. Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

“A meaningful dream. Mother, I have to find her. She gives me an inexplicable joy, and everytime I see her, it's like she takes away my gloomy days and brightens it with the sunshine of her beauty.” “What you say is nonsense.” Mrs Spielberg shook her head in disbelief. “Son,” She sat on a armchair to meet her son's gaze, “I understand your breakup with Lucy didn't end well. Stop imaginating about some unexisting girl.” Charles shook his head vigorously in disagreement and said, “Unfortunately, if she doesn’t stop appearing in my dreams, I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She has obsessed me with infatuation.” “Then you must be crazy.”

She must be with her best friend, Tawny. Unfortunately, my sleep is not very restful. This time I don’t dream about a gorgeous man with beautiful golden hair and rich amber eyes. No, it’s the same nightmare as before. This time I’m not in my bed. I’m out on the street, and I’m running from the glowing mist. I dream of it catching me and clawing me until my body is nearly in shreds. Even in sleep, I can feel the life draining out of me. I look at my dying body to see my lifeblood being drained. Terror and fascination fuse in my mind as I watch my blood turn into a pulsating red and black light while it streams out of my body. In my dream, I try to pull my failing body away from this soul-suck

He asked again. "Nothing serious, besides, I am trying to remember my dream." Raziah lied. She could remember what she had dreamt about but didn't want to tell Dark because she was scared. Not for her but for them. She couldn't even look into his eyes when she said those words. "Don't lie to me Sweetheart, I can see it in your eyes that you are scared. Tell me the dream that woke you up?" Dark said, rolling his eyes at her. "I can't tell you and like I said before I can't really remember." Raziah told him. She prays Dark's drop it and brings up another topic. His stare on her was getting under her skin.

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

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.

“Daniel, we have to talk.” Daniel knew there was a time and place to tell her what he was, and he felt like this was the time. “Emma, do you remember what I told I can do?” “Yes, Daniel I do.” She stared at him as he paced the room. “That place I found you it was a nightmare you keep reliving. It was when your parents died.” Emma was confused and had questions, so Daniel explained more. “Since I can walk into dreams or nightmares, there is one drawback. If you die in the astral plane, you stay dead out here.”