Dream Walk In Closet Novels & Stories

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face

He brushed his mouth over hers, and then was gone. She let out a long breath and opened her eyes. It was dark, she was in her room, and she was alone. She paused and realized she was still in her housecoat. Frowning, she focused on her body for a minute and then blushed and buried her face into the pillow when she realized the dream or whatever it was, had really happened. Glancing at the clock, she frowned. Where was Dominic that he had to leave again and why was he in danger?

He cautiously approached the door and peeked through the peephole, revealing a black shadowy figure looming outside. "He's here, Mily, quick, it's time to play our favorite game," Asher whispered urgently, grabbing the bear and darting toward the bedroom. He squeezed into the empty closet, shutting the door behind him. There, he huddled with the bear, listening to the sound of his own heartbeat as he struggled to settle into a fitful sleep. His nights were never restful, haunted by nightmares that lurked in the shadows, waiting to consume him as soon as he closed his eyes. This was his nightly routine – fleeing to the closet, the only place where he could find a semblance of peace. The close

Flora stood in front of her wardrobe, staring blankly at the rows of blouses, skirts and trousers, her mind elsewhere. She absentmindedly selected a pale blue blouse and a pair of slacks, her thoughts circling around Janice and the deed she had found the previous night. The shocking discovery had shaken her deeply, and her sleep had been restless, plagued by unsettling dreams of her father trying to warn her about something. Even now, the images from her dream lingered in her mind like a cloud she couldn’t shake off.

As I closed my eyes, I found myself in a dream-like state, and I started to see visions that were unsettling. In my dream, I saw a figure with a hood covering their face, moving swiftly around the mansion. The figure seemed to be searching for something or someone, and as it passed by each room, I could feel the air become colder. I could sense the figure's malice and could feel my own fear growing with each passing moment.

After staying for what felt like forever and repeatedly washing my body to my satisfaction, I stepped out of the bathtub and walked back into the room. I spotted the wardrobe at a far corner of the room and walked towards it. Opening the very sizeable door, a wide smile broke out on my face as I gazed at the different designs of dresses filled in the wardrobe. I picked a dress of my choice, quickly changing into it and collapsed on the bed, slowly I drifted off the dreamland.

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

It took so much out of her, and she was confused why she was now feeling like this. Once she had finish showering and drying off, she heads to bed. She slipped on a t-shirt and undies and climbed under the covers. She was thankful it was Saturday and no school tomorrow. She felt like she could sleep for weeks after her outcome and the intense after affects she had in the shower. As she drifted off to sleep, she saw him again. Dominic was in her dreams all night, they were erotic, they were sensual, and they were like nothing she had in the past. She slept hard and didn’t wake up from the dreams. They were like visions of the future, and they felt so real. She tossed and turned off and on fro

She uncomfortably tosses In the bed as if having a nightmare with a little sweat on her forehead as sharp breath escapes her lips constantly with her eyes close. She flipped her eyes open in horror. She sat on the bed with her eyes roaming the room, she placed her left hand on her chest and sighed a relief when she realized it is just a bad dream. But her heart was not settled. She started wondering if. Maxwell is alright. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought, she blinked a few times. Sleep Is out of her reach.

Drip, drip. It was like water dripping onto the floor rhythmically. It was slowly approaching my bedroom step by step. That night, I had an impossibly vivid dream. In my dreams, I was still in my room, except that my room was flooded with murky green water, thick with drifting sediment. I floated in midair, surrounded by furniture that felt both familiar and wrong. The wardrobe doors hung open. Clothes swayed inside like strands of seaweed. I should have drowned. Instead, I was breathing easily.