Dreams About The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“Amber, I think you need to come to my home and see my equipment with Alex. Maybe we can put together a plan of operation together that will keep all of us safe and find a way to deal with this better. I suggest you get ready, and we head out in the next 30 minutes, if you agree.” “Okay, let me gather my stuff together, and I will be ready in a few minutes.” Amber runs to her room changes and grabs a few items for the trip. She has her weapons, bag of tricks, and gadgets for her hunt. As she steps out, she has another vision. Short, but she sees the mayor rising as a zombie. She heads into the Living Room to see Dominic with the same blank stare, and when he comes out of it, he too acknowled

[Clark] My sleep was plagued with dreams, each scenario worse than the one before. In one dream, I saw what would happen if we didn't try to stop Magnus and just walked away. And it chilled me to the core. I was standing in a field of bodies, burning piles of flesh after a virus ripped through the world. The worst pandemic in human history, even worse than the bubonic plague. The bodies left behind were not only highly contagious but twisted and warped. It was a new kind of bioweapon, one that targeted the DNA, not just the immune system.

“Crap. Alright. So, you saw this refugee situation, and it came true. You believe his vision is true?” “He woke up after me from it. My vision was a trip into the Dream Realm, where I avoid like the plague. But there was a reference made to a future disaster. If we don’t bring these people into our pack now. They’ll fall victim to this disaster, and it will ultimately end in our destruction as a species.”

Mr Lover seems more appropriate, don't you think so? I rolled my eyes at his message, pocketing my phone as I stared hard at the door. My eyes felt heavy from lack of sleep, but I couldn't bring myself to doze, not even for a moment. Knowing what waited for me whenever I closed my eyes, I feared doing that, afraid of the beasts waiting for me in my dreams. It has gradually turned into a zombie apocalypse in my head, with dismembered and mummified characters. I couldn't sleep well because of all that.

-God, - Ivan joined his hands in prayer in front of his face, "what will become of the world when all the vampires discover this? -In a word? The apocalypse.

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

Thankfully, I just wanted this darn meeting to be over. I felt angry and exhausted, not from the long, tiring ride, but in Killian's absence. I couldn't even hide my disappointment. What happened? Why did he suddenly just change his mind? I decided to divert my attention elsewhere, such as to the recurring dreams I'd been having. My dreams were always the same, where I constantly found myself in an unknown surrounding, in the middle of what seemed like a bloody war, with chaos all around me, people dying and the sounds of people screaming all around. And there in my arms laid a woman, dead.

I bolted up out of bed screaming as I came to stand up straight beside the bed, within a second Rafe was beside me with his arms around me pulling me to him. I was pushing against him as I whimpered, my breathing iritic in the moment of utter confusion and despair. I had seen them in my dreams, no- it was a nightmare, they were doing unthinkable things to humans, monstrous things as they destroyed and plummeted our very existence into a state of Armageddon.

“I still don’t understand a word you’re saying and how do you expect me to believe you when I don’t understand what you’re saying.” “It’s your choice, if you don’t believe me the elders will be able to separate us and then nobody would be able to save the world.” “….. The world? What does my dying and waking got to do with the world?” “There’s a battle brewing up in the dream world, well more of a coup than a battle.” It says. “And everyone knows that the savior will win, he will then surely direct his anger on this realm. We both need to be strong if we want to have a chance to fight this war or better still don’t let it get here.”