Dreamswap Nightmare Novels & Stories

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

She had been unable to leave her bed, unable to face the world outside, and her weariness had pulled her into a restless slumber. As she slept, her dreams twisted into a chaotic and unsettling landscape. Flashes of their heated argument with Chase and the emotional pain it had caused her played in her mind like a relentless storm. Her heart ached with every sharp word he had spoken, and the feeling of betrayal tore at her from within. Suddenly, her dreams took a darker turn, and Jada's peaceful slumber was shattered. She started to experience intense flashes in her mind, vivid and disorienting. Memories and emotions swirled, and she couldn't distinguish between past and present.

I woke up with a jolt from a weird nightmare. My forehead covered in beaded sweat and my armpits tingly from the sensation of the nightmare. My heart was beating fast and my head was pounding loudly with a headache. In the nightmare I had, there was a strange person who told me I would get a second chance. I couldn't see the face or the structure but I heard the beautiful and charming voice. The cold and vicious eyes of Leo from my nightmare still haunt me as I leave my bed. I looked around and noticed I was in my room. Few minutes ago, I thought I had died.

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.

Elliot was startled awake from a nightmare in the middle of the night. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were filled with an unusual restlessness. These days, he was having nightmares of himself dying every night. The most terrifying part of the dreams was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to an unrecognizable mess of blood and flesh. In those dreams, he was rotting away, surrounded by flies and maggots. He hated himself more every time he woke up. Elliot picked up his phone and looked at the time. His fingers accidentally opened the text message notification on the home page, and his eyes met Avery's profile picture.

The only wall decoration was a single poster of a storm with an incredible amount of lightning. If you asked James, he would tell you the image was a masochistic representation of the dream he had just relived, the dream that had haunted him for most of his life. The dream was always the same, and he had it at least once a week. In the dream—or nightmare, depending on who you asked—James was always in the middle of a massive storm with wind whipping around him, freezing rain pelting his skin, and flashing lightning above and around him. He was never on the ground during the dream, but flying through the air. He woke up at the same part every time, right as he was about to hit the ground. Jam

I don't want to talk right now. She replied and turned off her phone. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She didn't realize when she fell asleep but she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. Her body was soaked with sweat as she gasped for breath. She saw Paulo in her dream, thrashing her with a club like he often did. The nightmare had felt so real, it lingered in her eyes, leaving them shadowed with a haunting intensity that refused to fade. The woman broke down into sobs, feeling vulnerable. She missed Dante's warm hugs. She felt protected in his embrace.

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

But Tyler remains unmoved, his expression lacking compassion as he impose his torment upon me without remorse. The nightmare gets more and more painful, each moment feeling like an eternity of suffering. With one final, harsh hit, I snap out of the dream, my body covered in sweat. I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I wake up in my bedroom. The shift from the nightmare to reality is leaving me feeling unsettled and breathless. The memory of Tyler's cruelty in the dream lingers in my mind, showing me how scary and intense dreams can be.