Dream Walk In Closet Novels & Stories

I found a led clock on the nightstand on the other side of the bed which confirmed that it was just after 3am. I sat up in bed and looked around further. My mind flashed back to my dream the other day, and the similarities to what I was seeing and feeling, right down to me being naked. I pulled myself out of bed and looked around for something to wear. Right there on the floor, much like in my dream, was Dominic’s white shirt. It glowed in the moonlight from the window, like I had to be drawn to it. I leaned down and picked up the shirt and pulled it on, buttoning it up quickly. The shirt was big enough to cover me as it hit me around mid thigh. I looked around again and saw the door to the

"It was only a dream I whispered to myself. No one was here, they couldn't even get past Dante's security. I had seen it for myself. After a few more slow breaths I decided a short shower might help wash the nightmare away. Grabbing fistfuls of the duvet I swung my legs over. I was still wearing the same jeans and shirt I had on when Crystal and I went shopping earlier. The fabric felt sticky and uncomfortable against my skin now. I glanced toward the walking closet and wondered what I was going to wear afterward. For a second I thought about heading to Crystal’s room to borrow something, but then I remembered I had already asked one of the maids to bring some clothes earlier.

But the second the front door closed or our parents left for errands, the mask fell away. One rainy Wednesday afternoon, mom and Richard went to visit some old friends across town. The moment their car pulled out, Damon immediately came to find me in my room. He didn’t say anything at first. He just closed the door behind him and leaned against it, staring at me. I was sitting on my bed with my laptop, pretending to work. “You look like you haven’t slept in days,” he said quietly. “I haven’t. Not really.” I closed the laptop and hugged my knees to my chest. “I keep having these dreams where Mom finds out. She doesn’t even yell… she just looks at me like I’m a stranger. Then I wake up and fee

The weekend went by fast and 'not really' eventful with the best friends hanging out and soon it was Monday again. Dream sat on her bed, her face was smeared with drool and her hair scattered like a bird nest. It was one thing about her that literally no one knew about, she was an extremely bad sleeper. She threw her hand above her head and bent her upper body before opening her mouth to yawn loudly. She did her routine stretches, brushed her teeth and sauntered back to her room. She picked her phone and texted Jackie, Hey bae ;) She checked her school's group chat.

"And if you want me to turn off my eyes from here, I can do that, too." "Oh, no, not now. I'll let you know when I want." I say, and she replies with a firm "okay". In the next ten minutes, I search the closet to find it engulfing Different kinds of clothes, placed in their different uses. I pick a silver nightgown and, having put it on, I lie on the bed and close my eyes. There's a smile on my face, as I zone out. That night, I dreamt of a face that I can't seem to get out of my head and this time around, he isn't my soon-to-be boss; he is my boss.

"If you didn't spill this water I definitely see his face this time but you, I said pointing towards my wet t-shirt" Well from my childhood I see weird dreams on my birthday. Everytime darkness come in any form surround me and then this boy come , take me out of it. But the weird thing is I never see his face. I might sound like crazy but it's obvious to get curious about the thing you see everytime on fix days and person. Initially i didn't tell abut this to anyone thinking that they might think of me stupid but when I tell Lilly , she started fascinating about it. Sometimes she wake me up and sit down with a diary to note down details . She is crazy.

" Maybe , she was abandoned. I mean , her mother might be a maid or something more terrific." " We need to stop her. She's planning to take over the city with her witch entourage." Riley said. " I know someone , she's a witch, actually a dream walker." I said. " What's a dream walker ?" " A dream walker is a witch , but a type of special breed. They are gifted with clairvoyance and they could walk through your sleep and imagination ." Riley took a deep breath and sighed. The star necklace on her neck glowed and turned normal.

She was six at that time, a year ago. She lay on her bed and shut her eyes tight, forcing herself to sleep, and thankfully it worked. But a nightmare came later, it was about a Cloak dressed man with fangs. He seemed like he was being pursued as hundreds of people with fangs like him were behind him and their eyes had a fierce and deadly look. The Cloak Man kept running until he ran into their Manor. The next thing she saw was blood. Blood crawled down from the ceiling, running down the stairs. Screams from different angles, terrifying screams.....

He was scared of being caught with Liam. If someone finds them in this state, then Liam would be outed and he would have to go through the same thing he went through. Quickly, he tiptoed to the darker side of the room and locked himself up in the closet. His heart pounding in his chest, he stayed there and waited till Aiden put Liam's clothes on, carried him on his shoulders and then left. “Phew!” He heaved a deep sigh of relief. So, how do you feel? The voice asked. Do you feel fulfilled? Better?

Alex eyes fluttered open and became wide in horror, how the whole body was covered in sweet and his chest heaving... he closed his eyes and sat up in his bed. It was just a dream... It had looked so real and vivid, and he still felt that horror even though he was aware that none of it was real... He tried to steady his breath and stood up... Alex walked into his closet and changed his shirt to another shirt... He had been having the same nightmare for years now, and it wasn't getting better, only worse and vivid, but the one he had now scared the shit out of him...