Dream Walk In Closet Novels & Stories

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.

My mother reaches toward the closet, toward me, and mouths one word, “Run.” But I can't run. I can only watch as they tear her apart. The largest wolf turns, yellow eyes finding the closet. Finding me. It stalks closer, closer, its muzzle dripping red, then, I hear my mother's voice, confident but laced with pain. “Your daughter is dead, Ree—” she doesn't finish her words, before her blood splatters across the room. **** I wake up screaming, cold sweat trickling down my forehead. The sound rips from my throat, raw and terrified, and I can't stop. I can't breathe, or separate the nightmare from reality. The yellow eyes are still there, burned into my vision, and I'm ten years old, helpless an

The memory twisted in my chest, anger bubbling up as the bitterness of their betrayal resurfaced. Sleep was impossible. I needed a distraction. I slid out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. I searched for my dress and finally found it shoved halfway under the bed—torn to shreds from Damien’s haste to get it off me. A breathy laugh escaped my lips. No. There was absolutely nothing vanilla about him. My eyes drifted to the door leading to his walk-in closet. Hoping to find a sweatshirt, I stepped inside and froze. This wasn’t a closet. It was a vault.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

"Yeah. At least it's gone." That night I have the strangest dream. I'm laying on the cold, damp ground without any clothes on, buried deep in the forest at night. Laying on my side, I curl up into a ball and shake as noises become louder and louder. Leaves and dirt cling to my body, and I stay still, hearing something heavy approaching. Holding my breath, the dark thing towers over me, it's electric eyes burning my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut. The dark thing licks from my hip to my shoulder, the streak of warmth jarring me awake. I can't fall back asleep. The night pours through my window and watches me.

We went to see Jessica's parents and they gave a lovely lot of gifts which I believe would be useful to Adam. In my sleep I saw a fire explosion and the voices of people crying. I jumped out of my bed only to notice it was just a dream. I dressed in my golden cloak with my head cover instead of black. I was standing on a tall tree and suddenly a chamber caught fire which made me recall my dream. I was confused because it was exactly the way I saw it in the dream. I went to the chamber, splashed water on my face to make sure that I was not sick. I never had a future dream when I was in the secret service. I thought within myself.

Every step away from that estate feels like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. By the time I reach the dorm, I’m shaking again. I shut the door behind me, toss my bag to the floor, and collapse onto the bed. The kiss. Clara. The whispers. It’s too much. I curl up under the blanket, burying my face in the pillow, Damien’s scent still lingering from the dream that refuses to leave my bones. I’m drowning in a storm I didn’t ask for. And something tells me—it’s only just begun. ⸻

I walked upstairs to my room and it felt weird to me. It felt like I was in a new building. I hated to admit but I missed the sweet fragrance in his bedroom. I took off my clothes and fell asleep tired. I had a dream that evening but it scared me even more. In my dream, Damien was a monster. He hated the sight of me and asked me to leave his house. He threw out all my belongings and his staff, maids, drivers and Chole all laughed at me. I woke up in shock with sweat all over my body.

He turns and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. For the first time in ten years, when I finally relax enough to close my eyes, I don't have bad dreams. Instead, I dreamt of my younger self dancing with a boy whose face I couldn't see and I was smiling despite feeling that I shouldn't have been but I felt safe in his arms just like... Mr Cruz.

That's why, it was new for me to wake up with a reminisce of my yesterday's sin. My chest rose and fell. I sat up then glanced at the pink hello kitty wall clock above a 54inch flat Samsung TV. ‘Dwight’s father decorated my room very childish.' "It's 10 o'clock already?" I uttered. I slept a lot. Blinking into nothing, I remembered the odd dream I had. ‘Dwight came into my dream.’ In my dream, he hugged me until I fell asleep. I stood up with my feeble knees. No matter how much I struggle in my own business, I shouldn't forget the fact that I am not really a daughter from Cadieux family. Thus, waking up late and locking myself inside this room is not a good manner.