Dream Cringe Novels & Stories

After hanging up the phone, I turned sharply to Jasmine. My voice trembled as I spoke. "Jasmine, did you have someone smash the stall my mom set up? "I know you're still angry at me." I looked up and clearly saw the way her eyes shifted away. At that moment, time seemed to rewind to that rainy night ten years ago. Back then, I was just a carefree teenager. My biggest worry was figuring out how to hide my awkward crush on Jasmine.

My mother falls forward, into the Caldron as the entire dream turns to mist. ——— My eyes open as I gasp, sitting up in the bed, my stomach rolls just as drake grabs a bin, I throw up, emptying my stomach as my heart races in my chest. A thin layer of cold sweat layers my skin, making me feel clammy and ill. I look to drake breathless as I wipe my mouth with tissue he had collected “I seen it too” He tells me, my eyes watering as a thick cloak of anxiety wraps around my body, my breathing constricted as I gasp for a full lungful of fresh air.

" I still want to ride you all night." Those were the last words I heard before my eyes fell into darkness but then I was having a horny dream just that I couldn't see the face of the person but I felt my body stiffen at the gliding moves of a cold tongue on my walls. I could feel my self tighten more at each slide untill I felt my abdomen fill with the rush of something so sweet. I felt my lips part and deep sighs escaped my lips and I released my milky juice.

What could it possible be? “Natalie? What do you see?” Suddenly she lets out a piercing scream and collapses to the ground. My hearts pumping, my vision is going blurry like I’m having a panic attack, all I can think to myself be that this can’t be happening. That’s when I collapse, I don’t feel the pain Natalie is feeling. I just can’t move, I wonder why this is happening. Then as suddenly as it started it ends.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I replied, feeling like I was about to cry again. What the fuck is wrong with me?! A retching feeling hit me all of a sudden, stunning me so hard, I got dizzy for a few seconds which resulted in me almost falling off the counter had Silas not been standing by the very edge. "Fay! What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Silas demanded, his voice higher than normal, he's probably aggrievated like he should. "I don't know! I don't know!" I cried out just as I retched hard again.

The bunk moved slightly and he knew Slick was awake too, watching. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to block the images of Jennah from his thoughts for now. A loud, yowling scream pierced through the silence and every hair on his body stood on end. He had to get out of this place soon or he was going to be paranoid for the rest of his life.

Trepidation crawls up my spine as it purposely creeps in my direction. Closing my eyes again, I repeat my mantra and try to calm down my breathing. “It’s not real, Zoe. It’s not real.” Taking another deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. A scream lodges in my throat as the mist rises and takes shape. I stumble back and look on in horror as it opens what looks like a mouth with sharp fangs and growls.

If he ever stands in front of a mirror and hates himself the way I sometimes do. I don’t cry anymore. Not really. The tears dried up somewhere between my third rejection email and the night I couldn’t sleep because the apartment was too quiet. But I dream. And in my dreams, we’re back in that shitty walk-up apartment, burning pasta on the stove and laughing until it hurt. Those dreams are the worst kind—sweet and sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk. I wake up from them gasping, aching, and furious all over again.

She deserved that much after our many years of friendship. Creed kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt. I felt a little angsty at him getting naked in front of Kris but I had to suppress that displeasure in order to show Kris I wasn't lying to her. After he discarded his shirt he dropped his pants. He gave me one last look before he got down on all fours onto the ground. Kris watched in confusion. Her heartbeat was frantic hinting she was afraid. Creed's bones started to break and he grunted. Black fur started covering his skin and his face contorted and elongated. Kris screamed and I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and tears welled up in them.