Dream Walk In Closet Novels & Stories

Ignoring their drama, I turned to the walk-in closet that once was my room with my suitcases in tow. “What are you doing?” Suddenly, her stomachache wasn’t an issue anymore because she scrambled to her feet to stop me. I pushed her away and stepped inside the room. “I’m just taking back what belongs to me.” They had cleared away most of my stuff. Whether they didn’t care or just hadn’t finished the job, I managed to find a few items in a crate tucked away in the back of the closet. I still had a few of my journals from middle school, my college awards, and a thick book of old photographs.

I would walk out of this room and not come back till tomorrow. 'Where would you go?' 'I would go to my parents' house and sleep there.' 'Okay fine. I am serious now. What is it that you wanted to tell me?' I asked sobering up. I wasn't ready to spend the night alone. If I called her bluff, she might just go ahead and do exactly what she said. She might be mated to me but I knew that the crazy Lucia must be hiding somewhere inside her. 'Yesterday we discovered... No, I discovered that Dawn can walk into people's dreams,' she said.

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

“Seeing you smile like this? Totally worth it.” We giggled like high schoolers, falling back onto the bed like we were fifteen again, talking about boys and dreams and lipstick shades. She looked around the room, wide-eyed. “This place is like... out of a movie. Are you sleeping on satin sheets? Is this what post-trauma glow-up looks like?” “You should see the closet,” I said, eyes twinkling. Her jaw dropped. “Oh, we’re doing a closet tour later. Don’t even try to stop me.”

More curses come from her and I cover my face, ashamed from behind the curtains. Looking down, I realize I’ve slept in the clothes I wore last night, my dress now all wrinkled up. I open up the closet and take out a bathrobe. It’s easier to put on and covers my nipples, which are swollen and visible through my dress after my wet dream. I look at the clock. It’s 2 PM. I haven’t slept this much since I was a human. A shiver follows as I remember what I dreamt of. Shaking my head, I walk outside the room.

My dorm room swam into focus, the familiar posters on the walls anchoring me back to the real world. "Damn it," I whispered to myself, burying my face into my palms as the remnants of the dream clung to me—tantalizing and torturous. I was alone in my bed, not pinned against a wall by Adrian Sterling. The realization left a hollow ache in my chest, a yearning that felt embarrassingly real for something conjured by my subconscious. Just as I was attempting to wrestle my breathing back to normalcy, the door swung open. Rachel stepped inside, radiating morning cheer in her bright athleisure wear, a stark contrast to my disheveled state.

Lucia I took a sip of water, clearing my throat and after taking a deep breath I began to tell him the dream. I told him everything I remembered. I told him from waking up feeling like someone was trying to break into the room, I wasn't wrong and so before they were inside, I went to hide somewhere. I hid in the wardrobe, watched this person move around the room and then stop. Then he turned around and opened the wardrobe door. Even as I told the story, I was very far from where it had happened but the fear was still there. I could feel my heart racing as I remembered it again.

Unless she doesn’t show up. I groaned and rolled over, moving one of the pillows to cover my head. I’m still intoxicated and that’s why I’m thinking these thoughts, I’m sure, that’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for thinking such things about someone who is just another basic whore. I calmed down a little with that thought and eventually drifted asleep. My dreams are always extremely vivid, and most nights, I dream of new fashion designs. I specialize in the red carpet gowns, but every now and then I will dream up something different like a sequin pantsuit or something like that.

Emilia said following me behind to my room. As I stepped into the room, a familiar sight caught my eye—the door of the closet. Its presence triggered a rush of memories, and my mind was instantly transported back to the enigmatic door I had discovered earlier today. The echoes of the mystery still reverberated within me, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the closet door, as if it held the key to unlocking the secrets of the past.

Hopefully, I will wake up from this nightmare before I get to school. I open the closet doors and my jaw drops. A walk-in closet! I look around the room once again, trying to comprehend what is happening. The large room has a bed located in the middle. There is a large desk in one of the corners and the bathroom is across the room, on the opposite side of the closet. I enter the walk-in closet, a smile spreading across my face. I have always dreamt of a walk-in closet. Oh, and the clothes are sorted according to color. This must be a dream.