Novel & Cerita Dream Stories

"Alex..." "I was wrong," I cut her off, standing abruptly. The admission tasted like poison, but it needed to be said. "I was desperate and grieving and I saw what I wanted to see instead of what was actually there. You're Daisy, Adrian's betrothed, and I should never have brought you here." "But the dreams," she said, standing as well. "The things you've told me, they match what I see in my sleep..." "Dreams aren't memories," I said flatly. "They're just your mind trying to make sense of fragments and suggestions. I planted ideas in your head with my stories, and your subconscious built dreams around them. That's all."

~ A M E L I A ~ I wondered if I had gotten even a minute of peaceful sleep last night, which is something I seemed to ask myself every morning I’d wake since… I can’t even remember how long. It felt like forever at this point. Those three recurring dreams taunted me every night without permitting me any relief by allowing me to force myself to wake up. Engulfed in flames, surrounded by crying newborns. Attacked by a wolf with ash fur and eyes like a demon.

It's a comforting lullaby that helps me relax and let go of the worries of the day. As I start to drift deeper into sleep, I have a dream. In the dream, Andrew and I are running through a vast forest, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the trees. We're laughing and playing, completely free and uninhibited. It's a dream of freedom and joy, a dream that feels so real and alive.

In the midst of her slumber, Liya found herself in a dream. She was walking through a vibrant forest, surrounded by lush trees and the soothing sounds of nature. As she walked, she noticed a single flower rising from the ground, its petals unfurling in the gentle sunlight. Suddenly, Liya's eyes fluttered open. She sat up, rubbing her eyes in confusion. "Whizz" she shouted, "I had the strangest dream. I was in a forest, and there was this flower..."

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

ADAIRA ** I had weird dreams. Dreams of wars and death that seemed more like memories I have lived through or will live through in the future. In every one of these dreams, I saw a different version of me, with white hair and white eyes. I saw my grandmother again, she was warning me to hurry, telling me that we were running out of time. I tried to ask her questions but I could not do so in my dream, it was like there was a barrier between us and she kept being pulled away from me and out of my reach.

Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.

I described the world I've been visiting in my dreams, and how real it felt. I told them about the love I have for Nikau and how hard it would be to lose him. The therapist's expression was full of compassion and understanding. "It's natural to feel confused and distressed when we're not sure what's real and what's not," they say. "But it's important to remember that our dreams are just that - dreams. They can be influenced by our experiences and emotions, but they are not reality. It's okay to have strong feelings and attachments in our dreams, but it's important to recognize that they are not the same as real-life relationships."

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.

He seems to be watching me suffer. "Nightmares are scary, sometimes you can't sleep because of it," Max said, he was stunned outside the window and seems thinking about something. “My dreams are weird, why do I dream about vampires, wolves, and anything else,” I said."What's going on in your dreams?" he asked and I tried remembering my dreams. “There are strangers who want to kill me, sometimes men are showing up that I don’t know,” I replied. I can't remember some dreams very well, I'm also forgetful. He still looked outside and seemed to be understanding my dreams.