Dream Cringe Novels & Stories

My chest tightened. Behind me, footsteps entered the room. “Hey…” “Don’t!” I snapped without turning around. My hands trembled as I tried to shake the wrinkles from my dress. “Don’t come any closer!” Silence fell for a second, but I could still feel his eyes on my back. I dropped the dress on the bed and began searching frantically again. “My bag… where’s my phone?” I muttered to myself, pushing aside a pillow and lifting the edge of the blanket. Panic clawed up my throat with every passing second.

“What do you need?” Their voices faded down the hallway. I waited until I could no longer hear the wheelchair motor. Only then did I slip out of the storage room, my legs shaking so badly I had to lean against the wall for support. I made it back to my room, locked the door, and sank to the floor. My whole body was trembling. I pressed my forehead against my knees and cried silently. The recording was still playing on my phone. David’s cruel words filled the quiet room again. “She is so very dumb… complete fool… too stupid to ever figure out what I am planning… desperate whore…”

“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 words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

Like crazy I dolt my head in the air trying to get this thing out of my head. I feel like I just take a marijuana. I feel so high but can’t understand why I’m hallucinating. “Ugh!” I groaned cupping my face with my hands. I closed the laptop and lie on my bed staring straight to the ceiling. Why do I’m thinking about her? I just met her and saw her but here I am acting like a child who just met his crush. I can’t understand why with all the sudden she came into the page of my life to make things complicated.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑪𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑺𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚, 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅,𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

Draco asked slowly. Astrid nodded and tried harder not to cry. “The Nightmares. They are coming!” cried Astrid with great fear, trembling, and pale face.

I screamed. His voice flickered Faded Almost gone. “Lila… don’t lose yourself…” And then Silence. The connection snapped. Gone. Just like that. My world collapsed. Everything inside me cracked open. And the system Went still. Watching. Waiting. Because it had just taken the one thing it thought I couldn’t survive without. And now It wanted to see what I would become. My hands trembled violently. My chest heaved. My vision blurred with tears. Because it didn’t understand one thing.

Jason crossed them and then put them back on his shoulder and resumed beating successive and dangerous waves into her femininity. At that point, Jenny completely lost her sanity. She swallowed one after the other because of the rapid drying of her throat due to the relentless breathing and growling that are coming out of her mouth. Her screams intensified as her two hands trembled and clung tightly to Jason's waist for her desire not to get caught on the flight. But even if she said she did that, she still couldn't keep up with the young man. She could not bear it and she knew she would never bear the dangerous glory the young man could do to her.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.