Dirty Dreams Novels & Stories

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

“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

I was tired and more out of it than I thought, and could barely manage to leave the bed throughout the rest of the day. Eventually, dusk fell, and I dreamt that night. In my dream, the darkness seemed to swirl and thicken around me, creating an eerie and surreal atmosphere. I found myself standing in a vast, barren wasteland, with nothing but an endless expanse of black sand stretching to the horizon. The air was heavy with an acrid scent, and an unsettling chill permeated the desolate landscape.

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

Not because she wasn't dating, let alone sweating it out in bed, but because her attention was always on someone. "You're mine, Uncle!" *** Darren struggled to open his eyes and wished he could go back to sleep. His body was too broken after the road trip from the north that was filled with potholes. Not even a shower could erase the fatigue. Feeling dreams coming on, Darren savored the twitches that gripped his prized asset. "How many days has it been?" Darren wondered, needing a release right then and there. He's too lazy to get off the bed and chooses to enjoy the highly erotic dream.

Outside his window the city hums its indifferent nighttime hum and inside this apartment something that started eight months ago in a building elevator and lived in one look back before the doors closed has finally, completely arrived. I am not looking back anymore. There is nothing to look back at. Everything I wanted is right here. End of Arc 26: The Blackout

“You’re going to be amazing tomorrow. And when Diana shows herself, we’ll be ready.” “What if she doesn’t show? What if this whole thing is a distraction?” “Then we adapt. Like we always do.” He kissed my forehead. “Now sleep. You need rest.” I closed my eyes. Tried. Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under. My dreams were dark. Filled with faceless wolves. Shadows that moved wrong. And a woman’s laugh. Cold. Cruel. Familiar even though I’d never heard it before. I woke to sunlight and the smell of coffee. Lycian was ready.