Dreaming Walking Barefoot Novels & Stories

Cuts and blood now graced the soles of my feet from stepping on the rough ground and stones. Wait a minute… I think I’ve seen this before. I racked my brain… And then it clicked. My dream! I had dreamt about this and I didn’t understand it at that time. So it was a vision? My heart pounded knowing what would come next… as expected I heard the sound of heavy stomping on the ground, coming in my direction.

Or even a coat? A childish part of me insists that I walk out barefoot and careless, but I know better than to give in to such childish thoughts. I was in a stranger's home and by the looks of it I was already a burden. I could not have them look around for a bratty woman who decides to walk barefoot in the snow, could I?

How am I supposed to sleep here? I slowly sat on the bed and ran my hands on the mattress. Gulping down my curiosity and fear, I stood up and set my feet on the ground. Instead of cold ground I felt something feathery rubbing my feet. I looked down and found a pair of soft slippers. Without any thought, I slipped into them. They are soft and I feel like I'm walking wearing feathers and I will fly anytime.

Broken shoes, unbroken steps. She underlined the words twice, pressing the pencil until the paper tore slightly. Sleep came fitfully. Her dreams carried her back to Umuaka, where she stood barefoot in the village square. The ground was cracked, the elders seated in silence, their eyes heavy with judgment. Mama was there too, her hands folded, her lips pressed shut. Promise lifted one foot and began to walk across the clay. With each step, the ground split, revealing roots, stones, memories. Her shoes appeared and disappeared, breaking apart, re-forming, then vanishing entirely. Yet her feet did not stop.

It's swinging from sad, to angry, to deranged. Because I'm talking to myself. 'You're not. I'm here.' Cecil reassured. I nod, hurrying my steps. My feet are still bare, scraping against the rough gravel of the road. I think at some point I might have torn my skin by stepping on something sharp but I have no clue. I didn't check. If there is a tear, that would explain the extreme pain surrounding my ankle and lower. And if not, then the pain is from me walking barefoot almost all day.

Thanks, real-Silas for being an actual demon sent to torment me. I had to face him. Eventually. I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and put on the most boring clothes I could find in my closet. baggy sweater, leggings, and a messy bun. If I looked like a soggy potato, maybe he’d forget my dream noises and go back to pretending I was a houseplant. Walking down the hallway felt like walking toward my own funeral. A walk of shame My bare feet barely made a sound , but my heart was pounding loud enough to wake up the dead.

I'm not healing. Dreams are dogging me. Vivid, horrible things, always the same. Me, barefoot and small, wandering through alleys with pockets full of lint, stomach gnawing itself hollow. I see the same face over and over again, blurred out, reaching. I don't know if it's a memory or something else trying to crawl in through the cracks. Doesn't matter.

Although Crystal was curled up in Nathan’s arms, she slept restlessly. This was due to a recurring, ongoing dream that she was having, where she was being chased. She couldn’t see who was behind her when she looked behind her, but she could hear their footsteps. It was dark in her dream, and she was barefoot. There were thorns and shards of broken glass on the floor, but she knew that she couldn’t let her pain impede her flight. She was panting and sweating, and her feet were cut and scraped, but she kept running. It was so bad that she was exhausted when she woke up, and her limbs were sore.

I had my eyes on a pair of fake timberland, even fake ones, I couldn’t afford those, but I was extremely happy about my tip! I walked back home, it was dark, cold and scary, the distance wasn’t that long, I’m used to walking it, I shouldn’t be scared, but I guess last night's nightmares had the best of me, I was worried, scared, tonight wasn’t a usual one. I tried to swallow my pain, I was just overthinking, my imagination is having the best of me yet again, I should just keep walking.

Fuck him. Pulling my sweater over my head and u buttoning my jeans before removing them, I climbed into bed and rested my head back against the soft pillow. Sleep pulled at my eyelids and soon I was in the dark, desolate dreamscape. It was cold and I was running through the woods naked. I heard the cruel cackling. Something was chasing after me and as I continued down a foreign path, the fit trees scraped my skin and my feet were getting cut underneath from jagged rocks.