Dream Not Found Novels & Stories

She asked. "Yah, true! Where is she?" Lilian became sober, clenching her jacket around her waist. "We – We couldn't find her. I think –" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "She –She had a nightmare, she woke up terrifically –then–she asked for water, that – was – Gosh! I shouldn't have –" I was trying to explain to them, but I ended up stuttering, speaking gibberish. "Clam down! This isn't the time to regret anything, let –let's just look for her." Lilian concluded, and they supported, nook and cranny while calling her name. ~~~

Chapter 107: That Familiar Nightmare Shasta awoke with a start, gasping, her eyes tearing madly around the room. Mid-afternoon sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains. She was in the little cabin in the woods. Shit. I hoped it was a nightmare. It hadn't been, though. The nightmare that had actually awakened her was familiar enough now. It was always the same nearly every night. "I'm serious, Jeremy. Two blue lines. See for yourself."

What is derailing my dream? I stood up from my lounge chair and wrapped a towel around me, looking around the patio. Everything but me was frozen. I furrowed my brow, trying to work on what was going on. “Think, Kat. What is out of place? You know, other than everything but you being frozen.” I rationalized slipping my sandals on and started looking around further. “Why is everything in a green tone? What the fuck is going on? If Bisnonna has invaded my dreams rather than calling or texting me like a normal person, I’m kicking her wrinkled ass.” I grumbled.

I yelled at the system in my mind. After a long while, the cold voice finally responded, "Do not worry, Player. System bugs will not affect real life. You will only return to the game world in your dreams." I mulled over its words. "Are you saying that there's a bug, but you're not going to fix it?" The system went silent. Inhaling deeply, I swallowed the urge to curse and pushed the classroom door. The ghosts were quietly going about their own stuff in the classroom until they saw me and froze on the spot.

NORA. I’ve been having a weird dream for days now, and I didn’t understand the dream; it was weird, and it felt like I was going crazy. In the dream, there was me from when I was a teenager and a guy that I couldn’t recognize. I’ve not been able to sleep properly for days and it was fucking with me, I didn’t know how I was going to manage the whole sleeping situation but I made sure to continue coming to work and not to miss any day, cause I didn’t want to risk being called another name by Nathan.

“Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly symbolic. The only time Dannie stopped having nightmares was when she was away from home. It was the negative energy thrown at her in this place,

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Kindly cooperate with us for further investigations. Laura broke a carefully manicured fingernail on her finger.

The way Marcus had asked why me and the way the question had followed me through three hours of pretending to be someone softer and simpler than I was and all the way up the stairs and into the dark. I wrote until my hand slowed on its own. Then I sat with the notebook open in my lap and looked at what I had written. I closed the notebook and set it back on the nightstand. Then I reached for my phone, the notification was at the top of the screen. A social media alert. The Arande Group's official account. Posted at eleven forty-seven last night, while I was lying in this bed in the dark with the notebook closed and the light off. I clicked it.