Dreamswap Nightmare Novels & Stories

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?

“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

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Colin's world seemed covered by a thin gray veil, blurring the boundaries between reality and dreams. In his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the bustling cityscape at night—neon lights flashed and traffic moved past. Yet in his eyes, everything had lost its original color, becoming distorted and surreal. He often suffered from insomnia. Even when he managed to fall asleep, he would wake from nightmares. In his dreams, Sophie's small figure struggled in a pool of blood, while Aspen's desperate cries echoed in his ears like a curse.

I've always felt so safe with them, they're my family. I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please don't I fell into a deep sleep but I didn't finish it This dream came back again It's not a dream it's like a nightmare... Please no not this again... I woke up suddenly but without scaring anyone or yelling I just closed my eyes I don't want to see any of this I feel it for real Everything in it is so cold and dark I feel it all surrounding me... This is good...

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

"I'm offering big money to hire a human hugger! One hug a day keeps the doctor away!" Amid the ghosts' contented murmuring, I wrapped my arms tightly around Erin. "I'm leaving. Be happy and let it go, alright?" She stiffened, then scrambled to shove something into my arms. Before I could ask what it was, my vision blurred. … When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. I stared blankly at the hospital ceiling for a long time, wondering if it was all just a dream or if I was… "You're awake? You collapsed from overworking yourself to exhaustion before your colleagues found you and sent you here. How are you feeling now?"

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.