Dream Angst Novels & Stories

*Asher* As predicted, I struggle with sleeping even on the ground. Turning constantly, my mind taunting me through the night with horrid nightmares I awake from in a panic. It’s stressful and triggering. Our argument when Ophelia came home is what dances through each dream, but Courtney’s image morphs with Ophelia as my body and mind try to agree on who’s said what in the past. Sweat encases my back, and my head starts to grow heavy and pained.

The feeling of despair grew in Ava as she struggled to understand what was happening. “He wants to end you and your family,” Karen whispered maliciously. “You’re not enough for him.” The nightmare intensified as Ava saw Daniel approaching her with a ruthless look. In her dream, the world turned dark and oppressive as Daniel reached out his hands toward her neck. The sensation of being choked enveloped her, and Ava fought to breathe. Amidst the darkness and fear, Ava suddenly woke up, her body soaked in sweat, and her heart racing. She sat up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was shrouded in darkness, and the silence was oppressive.

The material of the dress I threw on is scratchy, but I manage to ignore it as I feel myself drifting off to sleep. I have terrible dreams. Dreams in which I never find Ander, or when I do, he’s dead in a ditch. Screams are torn from my chest as I stare at him, his eyes milky with death. It’s an anguish that tears me from my deep slumber and leaves me sobbing. The room is significantly lighter than it was when I went to bed, so I assume that it’s daytime already. I must have gone to sleep at around five in the morning or so. I wonder what the time is now.

"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"

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.

arrogant, cruel, dangerous. Yet my heart ache for him in ways I don’t understand. I turn over, clutching the pillow. When I finally drift off, it isn’t peace that meets me. The dream returns, this time Misha is with me in the fire screaming and tearing me apart…. Fire Screams Blood Fire Screams Blood Over and Over again.

I don't know that yet, but I have a feeling. I won't feel anything until I get definite answers. I'm just making assumptions at this point. I'm alone, but I kind of wish I weren't. I wish there'd be someone here to give me answers, to perhaps prove me wrong. It feels like I've been in here for a long time. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. I have terrible of dreams of falling down that flight of stairs over and over again, of doubling over in pain and giving birth to a mutilated baby. It's awful. I open my eyes once again and the first person I see is Damien.

Frustration crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and shaken. “Relax, it was only a bad dream,” Vigo whispered in my mind. I got up from bed and poured myself a glass of water. I chugged its contents hurriedly, as if doing so would wash away whatever was running inside my head. The dream was an obvious manifestation of my anxieties, and yet, it was hard to shake off the remnants of that haunting vision. What was appalling was the fact that it felt so freaking real. Desperation clawed at me, urging me to find some way to distract myself from the toxic cycle of doubt and fear. The clock read a stark 3 AM, but that didn't deter me. I needed to break free from this suffocating mindset.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

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.