Dream X Nightmare นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

I wish I could say I slept soundly through the rest of the night, but Dax woke me several times before the alarm went off, signaling the start of a new day. I was restless. Cranky. And a borderline raging bitch. I didn't function well without sleep, and the nightmares were getting progressively worse. Poor Dax was there every step of the way and never complained-he just held me until I fell asleep and the next episode started. Dax inquired repeatedly about my dreams, and while he knew they were about the rape, he didn't know additional details had worked their way into my subconscious-nor that I couldn't keep them from creeping into my conscious mind. Details I didn't care to remember now pl

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.

But my heart wasn’t silent. I tossed. I turned. And then… I woke up suddenly. My chest was rising and falling fast. I was sweating. My body trembled. A dream no, a nightmare, had shaken me. I didn’t know what it meant, but it felt real. Too real. In the dream, I was standing alone in a dark forest. There was blood on my hands. I looked down, and Dominic was lying on the ground, lifeless. His eyes open, staring at me. I screamed his name, but no sound came out.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

Aiden nodded. "Right." For some reason, the response stung more than he expected. Damien checked the time. "I have work." "Already?" "I postponed enough meetings last night." Aiden blinked. "Wait... last night?" Damien walked toward the door. "You had a nightmare." Aiden's stomach tightened. He remembered fragments. Blood. His mother's voice. Someone touching his hair. He looked up. "Did I..." "You were screaming." The words hung heavily between them. "I see," Aiden whispered. Damien paused at the door. "You don't have to explain anything."

Damien chuckled, amused. “Go ahead.” Liora closed her eyes slowly and the goddess of sleep began pulling her under once more and then a strange thought drifted through her mind. What exactly was it about Damien Frost couches and bed that made her nightmares disappear?