Dreamcatcher Nightmares Novels & Stories

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"

If you are having a troublesome time sleeping put some fresh chamomile under your pillow. Branches of chamomile can also be used to ward off bad dreams by weaving them into dream catchers. In the depths of my subconscious, I find myself in a dream where I am surrounded by concrete pillars. There is a stream of water running through them with a small path. I am standing in a garden I have never seen before. It’s a beautiful oasis filled with trees and plants. It reminds me a little of my garden.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

The moon hung high in the inky sky, casting a silvery glow through the curtains of Aleena and Aarav's bedroom. The room was peaceful, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window. Aleena's peaceful slumber was suddenly shattered by a nightmarish vision that twisted her dreams into a realm of fear. In her dream, she found herself standing in a desolate, shadowy landscape. Whispers of her deepest anxieties seemed to surround her, and an overwhelming sense of dread gripped her heart. She tried to run, but the ground beneath her feet felt like quicksand, refusing to let her escape.

And of course, there’s the scar: a jagged line of red across my throat telling the story of how close I came to dying. “You look like shit, Daciana,” I tell my reflection before heading back to my room. Sleep is impossible now. It always is after the nightmare. Ever since the Snow Mountain delegation arrived at court eight weeks ago now, I’ve been plagued with these dreams. I’ve never told anyone about them. They vary sometimes in small ways—the forest path is different, or the words of my pursuers change—but it always ends the same way. Me, bleeding out in the snow, desperately trying to protect a child that doesn’t exist. A child I’ve never had. A future I’ve never imagined.

I just couldn’t help myself but overthink again. There was something different, and I just couldn’t explain it. My eyes wandered around my room until I fixed my stares on the dream catcher Liam gave me. It was freely hanged on my window. Then, I sighed. I was thinking pointlessly. I was lost and confused. After a few minutes, I became jittery and worried, making me gaze at nowhere while biting my nails unstoppably. Why is it that some of the events in my dreams are actually coming to life? What is happening to me?

I woke, hours later, to Kitty screaming and crying in her sleep. "It's okay. I'm here. It's me, Craig. You're safe." I said, pulling her close so she can see my face. She woke up and looked at me in the dark. "Craig?" she asked as my door crashed open to reveal Dad and Clay standing there with Mom behind them. "Everything is fine. She just had a nightmare." I told them. Dad and Mom looked relieved but Clay looked pissed. "I'm so sorry." Kitty said through her tears.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,